|Hummingbird Poem|

66937169_xcwokRQY_cThis morning I saw a hummingbird

Last night the trees hid the moon
 
 
This morning I saw a hummingbird
Last night I needed to be held
 
 
(But the hands I want are the hands I shouldn’t have and the bed was hot and i was sweaty and their laughing voices made me feel like I was going insane.)
 
and I hurt.)
 
This morning I saw a hummingbird
Last night I slept on the couch so the big windows would keep me awake
 
This morning I saw a hummingbird
Last night I lost my voice & my patience; I played C, Am, and F chords for a long time
 
This morning I saw a hummingbird
The sky is grey
and the air is not hot
 
But maybe, just maybe, this hummingbird realized that we need the resurrection on cloudy days.
Maybe, just maybe, the hummingbird remembered that we’ve been told to die daily because once wasn’t enough to become a new creation.
Maybe, just maybe, the hummingbird knows that there are some pains that come in and out, but never quite leave.
 
 Maybe he knew that the night makes us want to give up and give in.
 
This morning I saw a hummingbird
Last night I prayed for resurrection (without realizing it)
 
This morning I saw a hummingbird
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-Danielle Isbell 
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|Hummingbird Poem|