[hey poet, tell me a story] or, #4 Something New

If you haven’t read the previous parts to this story, make sure to do so here, here, and here. 🙂


The church is too hot, the service too long.

Beside me, Mama’s hat is drooping

like wilted corn leaves.

Beside me, Daddy’s seat is empty

just like it was last week.


The roof arches high overhead.

I count the beams above me as the Reverend drones on:

something about streams in the desert and making all things new.


Around me people are nodding, shifting in their pews,

swatting flies, hushing antsy children.

Everybody is already longing for streams in this desert –

it’s not like that’s something new.


When we kneel to pray, I look at Mama.

Her lips are moving softly, eyes fanned shut.

Her mouth forms the word ‘rain’ like it’s something holy.


I shut my eyes and pray too.

I know I’m supposed to pray for rain,

for water,

for those streams in the desert.


Instead, I pray for a new dress.

(Flowered blue and yellow would be nice.)

(But I’d take anything at this point, God.

Just so long as it’s new.)


God must be getting enough petitions for rain these days.


And these days I’m tired

of faded, dust brown calico,

let down till there’s nothing left

and still too short.


If God can make all things new,

surely he can make me a new dress…

Surely that’s not too much to ask?


Thoughts, reactions to this poem? I’d love to hear from you in the comment section!

Author: Hannah

Jesus follower. writer. bibliophile. dreamer.

3 thoughts on “[hey poet, tell me a story] or, #4 Something New”

  1. This poem has what I call ‘local color’. I can imagine a country church in the South in the midst of a long hot summer. Well done, Hannah!!☺️

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  2. Liked the faith exhibited at the end by this sad and poor little girl. Yes, rain was so necessary for the crops to grow and funds to come in, but in her little world a new dress to replace the worn and short one would mean so much more. Yes, God has, will and can make all things new and this little one knew it! Great poem story, Hannah!

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