glad hope

Do not fear.

God is near,

nearer than a moment’s breath,

closer than the truest friend in death.

Do not fear.

God is here,

a solid path under your feet,

the sun above to warm the day,

the star ahead to guide the way,

behind you in mercy,

within and without in grace.

Are you brokenhearted?

There is a healer.

He is the same

one who made clay

and you are a masterwork

in the making,

soft

and he is shaping

something new

with love moving his hands

and a song swelling

from the depths—

he sings from the gut

strong and sure.

The words have ancient weight

but the tune is ever-new.

These notes you hear,

this music,

is how God breathes

new life into dry dust.

When the pitch is low,

God mourns with you.

He suits the song

to the times,

a companion in sorrow.

But eventually,

when we are fully alive,

we will rise with

God’s wind in our lungs—

souls filled with glad hope.

Look! There is a child

dancing and laughing.

Do not fear.

God is near.

glad hope

a poem by troy cady