Hallelujah

In the solemnity of our settledness

we carefully intone pitch-perfect alleluias

precisely by way of the measure

for which they were written.

And we are quieted

at a comfortable,

if somewhat-surface level.

Then comes the unleashing

of chaotic circumstances

beyond our ability to preconceive.

And we hang on for the ride,

not sure where the next breath

will come from, much less

the next step or note.

Somehow, some way,

eventually someday,

we come up for air and realize

that life will go on.

In this sunrise, the music

that rises from deep within

is more powerful,

even if less measured.

It becomes a wild

and glorious hallelujah,

pitched and timed only

by hope's unfettered unleashing;

we’re singing in the key of grace.

Photo by Becky Johnson

 © 2015 Todd Jenkins