these things i can't explain.

years of laments poured out.

countless tears wept...

bitterly.

wept faithfully.

wept without control.

without consolation.

begging for your hand to move.

for your words to be heard.

interminable darkness looming and threatening.

clinging to the invisible repetitions

on the end of every stanza...

do not be afraid.

and every space the weight of the word

wait.

and we resigned ourselves to the rhythms of the days.

the seemingly endless

seemingly hopeless days merging with nights merging with days...

and time has flown

and yet crawled by.

like a man limping, each step with searing pain.

and you remember the longing that will not fade away.

and you offer your bit of courage and your last bit of faith

mustard seed telling the mountain to move out of the way.

and these things i can't explain...

the moment when you think you've gone stark raving mad

obviously seeing things...

because you could swear that there is color creeping into the sky

but to be tricked into false hope...

well, you'd much rather die.

but assuredly it spread and the wings could be heard

the wings of the morning.

and it's undeniable now, the delicious palette of the morning star

and the answers are coming softly

all in plain sight

more beautiful than your anxious head could've ever pictured it

the dream coming true

the desire fulfilling

the hope rising

the prayers answered

the weight lifting

muscles easing

and suddenly you're trembling, almost terrified to believe

afraid it's all a mirage

afraid you've been had

and it sinks in...

sinks slowly down

and all you can do is weep.

weep with thanksgiving

out of the deepest gratitude

and you cry harder than you did when it all began

because these things i can't explain.

because...

redemption.