You spoke a word into my longing
Dropped an apple of gold into hands I didn’t know were reaching

I tasted it, smooth as surprised honey
And began to weep for all the fruitless days

I couldn’t see your eyes, but I believed what you told me,
Believed as one beloved,
Whose next breath depended on your creation ex nihillo

Brooding over my darkness,
Your deep called to mine,
Broke open a pulsing, salty song on my windswept dunes,
Turned them into wild rose sheaves rejoicing

And with your single word
Gave me back a voice

~Lindsey Gallant


Lindsey Gallant
A northern girl living the island life. Learning "glad and natural living in the recognized presence of God." Writer, book nerd, nature lover. Homeschool mom and Charlotte Mason enthusiast. Prefers pen and paper.

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