Hope Proved True

Psalm 33:4:
"For the word of the Lord holds true,
and we can trust everything he does."


To the future she laughs, wipes the hair
From her eyes
and dances
Nothing appears more beautiful
More pure, more elegant
Than hope proved true.

The moment, glorious
The preparation, long. Painful.
Full of tear-streaked faces.

Seems cruel to me that
Time takes its time to finally realize.
How dreams don’t often materialize
Until the proper time
Like a clock that ticks, over and over
Ignoring the pleading,
Forgetting we’re waiting.
It’s the tock we’re watching for.

We want forward movement of dreams
That were planted.
We want to catch a peek, a glimpse,
To know that what was promised
will not be hiding forever.

So she waits. And waits.
Keeps waiting, trusting, believing
Some days hopeful
Some days pleading

How to trust in the dark,
Imagining a sun does exist.
To trust in something, Someone
Who is so faithful, but maybe
Maybe
forgetful?

Then one day, the switch turns on
IT’S TIME! Is blazed across the sky.
How beautiful is this?
How beautiful is she?

To the future she laughs, wipes the hair
From her eyes, and dances
Declaring – no more whispering –
That the word of her God holds true.