Maybe,

Maybe,
Next time the chaos will
leave you
in a place where
you belong.

Maybe,
Someday
the silence
will bleed through
wounded grace
where
you feel loved.

Maybe,
Somehow
their sorrow
shall seep to
broken dreams
and restful homes.

Maybe,
someway
this hollow
will fill you
til beyond
is well behind you.

Maybe,
they say
in prayers
for those thens when
faith still
believed.

Maybe,
we pray
in hope
of words
worth far too much
to know.

Maybe,