I wonder if the birds were quiet
on the morning of resurrection.
Sometimes, my daily devotion
is just inhalation, looking at
this brokenness and deciding
to love it all anyway.
I meet my hopelessness
with peace. I am patient
with creation, closer than
ever to the favor of the
creator. I ask Him why
the path seems endless,
and the truth is that I am
so small, trumped by the
growth of weeds that surround
me. I don’t understand, 
but when harvest season
comes, I trust I will reap
life from these once dead
and empty fields.
I have seen the first light
from the heat of the fire,
the darkness of an eclipsed 
valley—I am running toward
the promise of morning. 

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Inspired by the song “First Light” by Hozier. Listen here: https://youtu.be/kpjOdXEQ5BI?si=e3EDtdMvtTwcQ7wr