HOPELESS HOPE

When the heart is heavy

and hope takes a happily sad ride in blackbird to neverland, the back of beyond, 

I only sing the soft 'Hallelujah'.

When I burry all the heaviness in the song, I do it diligently.

'Ahem', throat clears as my voice struggles to get better.

It begins lowly, on and on it rises magnificently

to the highest pitch:

Goodness, I'm submerged in it.

Yes! That's where my spirit finds relief.

That's when grief like leaf, withers. 

In solitude in the shade of the big neem tree near the house and with beautiful tears all rolling down my eyes,

I do it over and over again

so the walls of Jericho come down.