Carry sincerity in your pocket
Sprinkle the world with seeds of love
Soon you will find that you can fly
Fly not upon the strength of newfound wings
But upon the ascension of angles, heaven-bound
Who carry the prayers of passersby
—Those who have never toiled to earn your affection,
yet they were covered by the expansive shade of your kindness
Sprouted from a seed of love
And so you take flight
With every prayer that leaps from their lips
wishing goodness for you . . . by name.