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.
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