For Trina

I entered into the tumble of words
you had released upon the page
with reverence
and respect,
aware
of the sacred opportunity
to touch the truth of your soul
and allow myself
to be transformed
by grace.

I waded in the waters you had known,
then swam furiously for my life,
holy remembrance
and embrace of
white dove
fluttering toward me
then nestled to my chest,
cooing peace at last
to quiet my mind
and soothe.

But what of her heart? What of my heart?
These are the question that haunted throughout,
until the echo of hope
I have strained to hear
boomed
bold and beautiful on your page:
“I’m glad I know now
I’m worth more
than that.”