On Location - a poem.

Over a sea of tan, blue and green 

crowded with a thousand printed words

naming towns, forests, parks
and every conceivable landmark

is a giant red arrow
emblazoned with the words You Are Here
pointing to one particular obscure spot

with no road leading up to it
and no road leading away
so that I merely know Where I Am right now.

I decide that is enough.

-Ellen H.
Written 3 days past due date with my second baby.

Dare to hope. - a poem

What if we

could in fact be

surprised by hope?

Instead of anxiety

planning for what could go wrong

to prevent the worst case scenario

what if we could hope

in divine optimism

for how it could go

better than we ever expected?

better than we could have ever imagined?

For being a self-proclaimed optimist,

with my so-called grown-up realism

(really the world's cynicism)

I have begun to lose my audacity to dream

and therefore to pray 

for the Best Ever. I temper

my prayers, mitigating the disaster

of the opposite-of-glory for God,

by asking for realistic, doable,

possible, conceivable...

But as an older child fears

they'll be replaced by a new baby's arrival,

only to meet it and find overwhelming joy

and divine pleasure smiling down on them

in teeny baby features--

so could we open our hearts

to be blown away and surprised

by the best Good we never dared imagine?

©Ellen H. 

“[God] is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine.” (Ephesians 3:20)

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