Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Friend of a friend
In an innocent act of kindness he'd saved her, as the damp moss at the base of a tree might save a fledgling fallen from the nest. He would never know, because she could never tell him, how he'd kept her soul from collapsing, and how he'd tied a sturdier knot in the fraying fibers connecting her existence to the rest of the world. She felt certain that if she ever met him, she'd know what goodness looked like.