A covering of grace; fragrant prayers rising from those standing by, holding their hands out in holy harbouring, cottoned hips brushing gently. A lifting breeze, wafting the satin roof, filling her empty sail with healing winds, carrying cares onwards to the compassionate sunlit gaze of fresh waters. A veil between two worlds, thin as a butterfly wing, is this mantle of intercession, this gossamer woven of well wishes, hanging over her head. Untouchable now, sheltered and sustained, transported into wounded palms, fronds fluttering up and down above her, undulating waves of love.
©Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2015