Hope

wrap me 

coiled sheaf

the grace of god has fallen from your eye

 i am withered with memory

withered but not worn

in my hair are garlands 

that were shorn 

from the heads of angels

 within the cup of knowing

held in its vast wilderness of joy

 now severed from the branches

that once marred these walls

 searing melody

i have seen the answers 

of my heart

 hope 
restored