Hannah's Plea

Hannah’s Plea He sleeps in my arms, My prayer, my little one, Born of a plea from depths so deep Only dreams know the origin. Gone the constant whispering Of Hannah, the barren, Whispers always following me – A prowling pack of sullen dogs. My soul rejoices – thankful my heart; In my delirium My Lord blessed me with such laughter They thought I drank too much new wine. Only today – this one – Noon following midnight – Each minute he grows in my eyes; I store these memories like stars. Each breath we share – A bonding of spirits – Joins our hands as mother and son – Comfort like cashmere when Eli calls. Out of dust, joy stands up – My joyful heart sings out; My hands remember holding him Covering me as a warm new coat.