MALACHI’S WORDS

 

I sat by her bedside

As she lay motionless

Cruelly aware of her incarceration

Trapped inside a broken body

Unable to move

Unable to speak

A mere shadow of what once was

And in my black despair

I prayed for her

And I heard Malachi’s words

So, I prayed for her release

So, she would awake with the Lord

And burst forth from her stall

Like a young calf in springtime