HOPE

I am the heartbreak underneath an old woman’s hallelujah 

The coil in an Afro reaching to sun

I am a greasy palm 

Hanging onto hope

I am here, my God

I am here

Stretched in the meadow

Carving a prayer in the grass in cursive

Wash me, O God

Let witch hazel 

Leak between Your fingers

And rinse all doubt away in the breath of Your song

I know You are listening 

I know it is You

Rocking me to sleep

I know You will give my weary bones rest

O take my hand 

My arms

My feet that roam the land

O give this body a home in You

I know that You see me

Guide my path 

And light my way

Give me strength, my God

To see another day

I am but a weakened whisper

In a crowded room on New Year’s Eve 

I am a teardrop wrapped in cotton 

Falling down the mountain 

I know you hear me, God

Every moan 

Every note of the song in my bones

You are listening

You smell me

The sweat from my brows

You cover me

You know me

I am fiercely hanging onto hope in You

Intensely trusting in Your love for me

I am a sparrow in a storm

Knowing that You control the wind