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    • Stacey Robinson

    • August 11, 2014 in Bloggers

    Prayer for Hope

    I sent my hope out into
    the Universe.
    Whispered and weightless,
    I waited.

    I waited to be struck whole,
    made happy,
    By you;
    by You.
    I waited for peace
    to come.

    But Hope is an action
    And it doesn’t wait,
    or come when
    And you–
    and You–
    will never save me
    or bring me
    lying calm and clean
    on platters of silver.

    I hope with my feet,
    not my head
    or my heart,
    which lies broken
    and bruised
    near the graves of
    the fallen,
    who lie silent
    and still
    near the fields
    where you
    and You
    once tried to be holy,
    once tried to hope,
    once waited for peace to

    But hope is an action,
    and peace is a
    to lift me,
    to fill me,
    allow me to
    When I hope with my feet
    I am saved.
    I am healed.
    I am made holy
    once more.
    Stacey Zisook Robinson
    (c) 2014


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