Hope

The damp, still air suspends morning wishes.

Stagnating stale words of days long ago.

Heavy in the air now,

the magic of hope floods in with the warmth and light of the sun.

Your kingdom is coming, I can feel the change.

My insides churn.

My heart quickens at the call of my voice from your lips.

Take me.

Prophesy, words of life.

Tell me what I cannot see.

Let me borrow your grace as you revive my heart with hope.
A hope that is branded to my bones,
and accentuates the promises I see nearing in the distance.