In the Direction of Hope

I am on my way.

Wait for me in the garden;

I will be there soon.

I'm not the fastest runner,

Lord knows that,

But these legs are moving.

I suppose I could blame my weary spirit for the slow speed.

I could blame the grief I've shoved into my pockets and

laid around my neck.

I could blame my own hesitation to hope,

a hesitation that clings like mud.

But I don't know that Jesus cares about my speed.

So tell God when you see them--

I am on my way.

Wait for me in the garden.

I will be there soon.

Poem by Rev. Sarah Speed, A Sanctified Art