There was a day in July
many mornings ago
(7:15 A.M. to be exact)
when my hope was so small
I didn’t know I was alive.
The doctor placed me aside
and announced the sad news of my death
right in the middle of my birth.
But God was good
and gave someone enough hope
to believe in me.
She leaned forward,
believing in darkness
what some folks refused to believe
in the light.
She believed in me;
and she held me as though
the stirring of the eternal
had just begun,
as though the mystery within
was just being born.
And the joy of it is:
She was right!
Because of her hope in me
I live! …
— Macrina Wiederkehr, Seasons of Your Heart, p. 43-44
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