The Hope of You

In the garden of my heart—

I am excavating the hope of

you that was buried in a chest

crafted by the Maker of all things

good, of all things lovely,

of all things.


Caked in the golden dust of

our Teacher, I pull the chest gently

from the ground, tracing

the carved contours with my finger—

eager to explore its

wonderful depths.


The Holy Ghost, like a gale

of wind, blows across the chest,

illuminating words

perfectly etched:

Hope, Promise, Love.


The lid raises, a white light pours

forth like a song of celebration.

I fall back on the soft soil. The sound

of many waters rushes through me and

then a still small voice speaks,

“I AM that I AM. I am with you.”


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