hands upturned / by Ellen Sorensen

days spent on my knees, hands upturned toward the sky

alone after a small eternity

half releasing and half shouting toward the moon

"why have you forsaken me?"

 

night and day passed, summer into winter into spring

hands never faltering, still upturned waiting

for you to heal my broken heart

and give me strength to rise again

 

your faithfulness was poured out, like oil on my head

placing the most sacred treasure in my palm

peace like a river, running through my soul

and love which passes all understanding