He Hears Me

never too far
from redemption
when I cry
out on that rock.

my voice does
not go void,
the cracks and valleys
do not soak
up my fears.

no, the heavens
resound.
the son of God groans,
he weeps, he echoes:

“you beloved
is crying out,
and I am crying
out — it is finished.”

your redemption
is made known to me,
oh God.

xx, Hannah