Hope Begets Me

Slow & steady,
Un-known, un-ready,
Hope begets me,
Draping heavy,
“To heal” He says, “let Me”.

Maybe my prayer of growing
“freer
sweeter
braver”
is being answered, right before my tired eyes.

Maybe it costs more than I deemed worthy,
but maybe in the hurt,
I am being made
new,
&
lovely.

Maybe to be repaired we must be bared.