Forgotten Ground Regained

Hannah, Prophet of Hope

You kept so clean,so ordered and neatthe bones of a dreamnever quite laid to rest.Such audacious grief,heart-sickened by hope deferred.The Spirit speaking behind silent lipswas not spiritslike the priest inferred,but the soberest longing,a request to prefacethe double-sacrifice.Accusation turned to acquiescencein the face of faithful grief.Your heartache caused you to stumblelike Jacob’s broken hip.Yet still you presseduntil hope was promisedand your head was lifted up.
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