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.
Published in Forgotten Ground Regained: A Quarterly Journal of Alliterative Verse, New Series, Issue 6, Spring, 2025.
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