A House Called Hope

If I could build a house today

I would call it Hope

Despair has knocked my walls down


I have to start over

So easily I am leveled

So easily I let go

of the Strong Hand


Now I bow low

I cannot build this house alone

I have no tools

no knowledge of construction

I look at my hands



I see the Strong Hand


holding mine up

open to receive


© 2014 Julie Clark

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