Hosea

Awaiting glimpses of hope.

Anticipating fruit.

This troubled place is dark and lonely.

She's caught

in the Valley of Achor.

He speaks tenderly;

does she hear him?

His words are soft and alluring.

The cackle of her soul drowns out

any prospect of intimacy.

He offers His hand;

does she see it?

the proposed covenant radiates heat,

and yet she shivers in the cold.

Unable to grasp the reality of His love.

Waiting.

Anticipating.

Blinded by her selfishness and pain,

she was brought

to the Valley of Achor.