Sunlight breaks through hotel window.
A building crescendo toward a week to come.
Youth & beyond, a pond teeming
With life, some life anew.
So few moments
but filled with
Something esoteric to this umwelt.
As felt need meets prayers from home
That intercede
For transformation.
For some, simply vacation
But even this offers to displace
The patterns and anxieties normally served
God uses such a swerve
Even as they work up the nerve to speak.
And peek through clasped hands
A glance at a future yet undecided
Confided only in quietest of moments,
After noises fade, we find He has made
New Creation.
And I get to watch them take
first wobbly steps.
Get to speak Hope.
Someday they will run and dance.
And I will too.
words from wick 