resolutions. 

I come in smiling, 
eager, pulling a wagon that
rattles jars as large as me,

each with marbles filled to brim. 
I swipe at hair disheveled, 
talking fast, near manically. 

I'm broadcasting the dream -- 
here's the vision! -- 
Can He see the energy I'm bringing? 

"It needs some organization", I say
bumping over cracks in pavement. 
But I'll work harder, smarter, even better

I've never been afraid of hard work. 

When the jars wobble, nearly topple, 
marbles rolling this way and that -- 
My smile, too, begins to crack.

I know I'm too much, I think to myself. 
I need more time to set things right.
Why is there never quite enough? 

I look up carefully, expecting impatience, 
but instead I'm met with the surprise of kind eyes,
wells of unpatronizing delight 

"Do you trust me?" He asks, 
waiting, not forcing my hand. 
His are outstretched and I see

Scars, there -- clear through each palm,
And suddenly I want to weep for wanting
to trust the love that He bears. 

I reach across to pass the wagon's handle
and note the calluses of labor on his grip
I sense that He deeply understands -- 

Has he worked for dreams, too? 

"Do you trust me?" 
echoes in my ears, ringing, and 
somehow I know that I do. 

The marbles sing like bells as He 
handles them carefully, 
"I'll keep them all safe for you." 

He smiles and places a single marble,
swirls of beauty, cool and weighty, 
centered in palm, upturned. 

I clutch it with a sweet exhale, 
relief and joy escaping a smile.
"This is much easier to hold."

Our eyes meet and then dance, 
A simple gift, and small, perhaps, 
but it's just the right one for my hands. 

Holding it out, it's just one marble, yes -- 
but with a catch in my chest, I see 
When the light hits it -- oh, it shines brilliantly. 


- Rachel Lynne Wright
 January 2026