dis - courage

when the dust settles i pick them
up again those little pieces of a
shattered dream i thought was
indestructible but turned to sand
like the old song goes but less
sweet and more melancholic
because i think of all the effort
i put into not getting my hopes
up but that silly heart of mine
jumped like the fawn i saw once
break through into the clearing
with all four feet bouncing vertical
like some tigger deer with such
exuberance silly crazy heart to
think you know best when He
alone sees every variable and
all the outcomes that your tired
eyes can't begin to imagine so
while the wait seems long and
the pieces each time more difficult
to glue back together i brush a
tear that i can't hold back and
think of wind through the trees
faces lighting up as i help them see
the taste of good coffee and mango
the smile on a friend's face and
the way i feel when i sing to Him
let the dust and fire rage it can't
touch the hope He alone brings