Day 38 Friday

It’s the question we ask when hope slips through like sand in a bottle,

when the mockingbirds stop singing,

when the news reporter leads with another mass shooting.

It’s the question we ask when the depression moves in,

making herself at home, making a mess of it all.

It’s the question we ask

when we’re not sure if Easter will come.

Will it be Lent forever?

Will the sun ever rise?

Will this hope lead to something?

Can these bones ever live?

—excerpt from “The Answer is Yes” by Rev. Sarah Speed | @sanctifiedart