It wasn’t that my sight was blurred with tears;
I’d spent them all, a day and long night past.
My vision wasn’t clouded by my fears;
I had none left. The greatest and the last

had happened. Nothing worse could ever be.
My hope, my heart had died. It was my mind
was lost in fog so thick I couldn’t see,
so dense I couldn’t hear footsteps behind.

I scarce could make out that someone had spoken,
could hardly move my lips to make reply;
still blind, I turned, and then the curse was broken;
light, breath, and life came bursting through the sky!

Hell, earth, and heaven echoed in His voice –
Death died, Love lives – my soul made whole, rejoice!

~ Rebekah Choat

Yesterday I thought that I would weep forever.
Now I know that there is nothing left in me –
no tears, no sighs, not a word.

~ Rebekah Choat

All is quiet; not quite still.
A mourning dove repeats his trill,
“I am here. I am here.”

The sun is chary of the sky.
A sparrow ventures to reply,
“right here, right here, right here.”

Though it’s morning, light is dim.
Shadows are approaching him,
drawing near, more near.

Clouds grow darker through the day;
a fresh’ning wind touches his face.
He swallows down his fear.

Evening dies into the west.
His heart knows and his face is set;
the way ahead is clear.

At table with the ones he loves,
outside the walls he hears the dove
again call, “I am here.”

~ Rebekah Choat