work in progress

They call it redemption, but it is more than merely a word;

It’s home, when you are so far from where you grew up,
and far from the places you know.

It’s the smile on your lips each time you see a sparrow,
it’s considering grace when you feel you’re not alone.

It’s the crisp morning air at a time when your friends still have yesterday, you see the sun rise over foggy fields and you know it was worth it to get up instead of turning over and sleeping another hour or two.

It’s the newness of spring and the calm of autumn storms.
It’s strangers becoming friends.

It’s pressing down the keys on a piano, and you hear a sound – you’re not deaf.

You open your mouth and find there’s still a song you can sing.

They may call it redemption, but it is more than merely a word:
It’s God’s work in progress.