promise.

promise
she wore that word publicly on her shirt
and privately on her heart
promise.
she could hold true to promise. promises of faithfulness
of rescue
of a strong fortress
of compassion
promise.

"hungry i come" she sang aloud
"for i know you satisfy" the spirit interceded for her
for she knew deep down
she knew the promise of satisfaction
amidst proclamations of abandon and loneliness
so the spirit interceded with "your arms are open wide"
when she sang "broken i run to you"

and she fell on her knees
in her heart of hearts she fell on her knees
and in the public eye her tears fell
and there was no stopping
offering her all was harder to do than it was to sing

promise.
written in blues and burgundys
with an image in the middle than most would not stop to notice.

but she clung to promise
and cried, feed me Lord.
and she waited
and she heard... she heard Him, through the voice of him
in all 83 years of his wisdom
HE spoke promise through him to her.
you can not tell Him how to show Himself to you
you must trust

he politely told her, though quite abruptly
that if she felt she was losing the awe that maybe she was too big, and was telling Him he was to small

so she clung to promise.
broken. but running with slow laboured steps.

and he showed her a glimpse of promise.
in the comfort of a friend
and a prayer of request
for more awe. for more trust in promise
and for more strength to cling on.

and He did not abandon.