Do not fear.
God is near,
nearer than a moment’s breath,
closer than the truest friend in death.
Do not fear.
God is here,
a solid path under your feet,
the sun above to warm the day,
the star ahead to guide the way,
behind you in mercy,
within and without in grace.
Are you brokenhearted?
There is a healer.
He is the same
one who made clay
and you are a masterwork
in the making,
soft
and he is shaping
something new
with love moving his hands
and a song swelling
from the depths—
he sings from the gut
strong and sure.
The words have ancient weight
but the tune is ever-new.
These notes you hear,
this music,
is how God breathes
new life into dry dust.
When the pitch is low,
God mourns with you.
He suits the song
to the times,
a companion in sorrow.
But eventually,
when we are fully alive,
we will rise with
God’s wind in our lungs—
souls filled with glad hope.
Look! There is a child
dancing and laughing.
Do not fear.
God is near.
glad hope
a poem by troy cady
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