Where words are too clumsy to go,
prayers move secretly
over barbed wire fences,
past guard dogs of broken hearts,
around locked doors of raw vulnerability
into tiny windows of hope that
were left open a smidgen,
as if angels are going to save me from
this grim reality.
I know the truth.
There’s no such thing as an unreachable heart.
Where words can’t travel, God
delivers grace like pizza,
who don’t even realize
how hungry they are.