Healing

My heart keeps asking for healing,
In between the mindless ticking over; has the kettle boiled, check the weather, is that Isaac up, healing, please God I pray.
The prayer and the wish indicate that healing is already happening, because not so long ago I wouldn't have asked at all, even the ticking over would have ceased.

But God I pray for healing.
For him, for me, for her and us all.

I saw the coincidence coming between the three of us.
But when I saw it up ahead and I knew that it was coming belief in the coincidental ceased.
Because some encounters are too poetic and too strange to be attributed to "this small world".

Her niece calls him Poppy and she painted his toenails pink.
He is honest with them about his past.
She wanted to know if my mother was actually that bad because it weighs on her that another little boy is without his father.
She was, now she's worse and so is he.

He is about to re-marry.
And I am praying for healing, for us all.

I hugged her goodbye, I sent her a friend request on fb, we left extra phone numbers behind.
And I pray for healing.

However it finds us, whatever it brings, healing.