January 9: Daughter's Friend, Lisel Mueller, "Hope"

One of my daughter's friends was in a terrible car accident last night.  Savannah was airlifted to Ann Arbor.  The last news was that she was on a ventilator with swelling in her brain.  She's such a sweet girl.  Friends with everybody.  My daughter has known her since she was seven or eight years old.

My daughter was very quiet tonight.  I couldn't really tell what she was feeling, so I gave her space.  I told her that we need to pray for Savannah.  Hope for her.  I told my daughter that miracles are real, and prayer and hope are the two strongest forces in the universe.

Saint Marty has a poem for Savannah tonight.  Please pray for her.

Hope

by:  Lisel Mueller

It hovers in dark corners
before the lights are turned on,  
it shakes sleep from its eyes  
and drops from mushroom gills,  
it explodes in the starry heads  
of dandelions turned sages,  
it sticks to the wings of green angels  
that sail from the tops of maples.    
It sprouts in each occluded eye  
of the many-eyed potato,  
it lives in each earthworm segment  
surviving cruelty,  
it is the motion that runs the tail of a dog,  
it is the mouth that inflates the lungs  
of the child that has just been born.    
It is the singular gift  
we cannot destroy in ourselves,  
the argument that refutes death,  
the genius that invents the future,  
all we know of God.    
It is the serum which makes us swear  
not to betray one another;  
it is in this poem, trying to speak.

 

This guy knows something about hope...