It's a hard thing to believe in a promise-
to live by it, day after day,
to see it in the night sky
and hear it in your name
and see it again in your lover's eyes.
It's a hard thing to believe in a promise with
no power in it to make it come true.
Everything is in the future tense –
the land, the child, the blessing
Everything will happen, by and by,
but in the meantime, how do I live now?
And yet. What better way to live than in the grip of a
To wake in the possibility that today might be the day...
To search the face of every stranger
in case it turns out to be the angel of God.
To take nothing for granted.
Or to take everything as granted,
though not yet grasped.
To handle every moment of life
as a seed of the promise
and to plant it tenderly, never knowing if this moment,