soon i will hold him in my arms and snuggle him up close to me.
there is nothing else quite like the smell of a brand new little person,
nothing else that pulls quite so hard at my heart as those first tiny cries.
now, my whole being longed to be able to do something
when the chilean miners were trapped suddenly underground
and i ached inside to hear that one of them was about to be a papa
while separated from the world topside by raw earth that could not be moved
fast enough for him to be there for her birth.
in the midst
i want that kind of faith.
the kind that hopes
when the solution
is not at all in sight.
the kind that
no matter what.
the kind that was
not too bitter
and not too afraid
to name her ‘hope’.
so that i will always remember, i have named this scarf ‘esperanza’.
these three cables attached only by horizontal strands of yarn
are somehow strong and beautiful and deep.
i thank God that He chose to rescue every
miner from that deep hole in the earth
where each man found himself
held fast for a time.
‘earth’ taken from 65:5 in the psalms.
photo courtesy of ‘triple c photography’.