Growth: 10

I lay down for a nap and discover that I could sleep for days.

I discover:
The weight of these five years has tired me
through every bone and every vein,
and I am done.

I will no longer sing this sad song.

Listen to me, open your ears and listen to me,
watch the shape of my mouth as it takes form;
place these words deeply inside of your heart
and sing them safely as you sleep in peace:

The deluge of the past will no longer be our sounding fury,
our tears will no longer be for all that has been lost.
Instead we will take up the restoration of all that has been stolen;
we will reclaim all that has been given away,
and redeem what has been left for us to keep.

Hope will be our freedom story
and we will live in the house of the Lord,
forever.

I lay down for a nap and discover:
This is new, the only song I will allow myself to sing.

[grow, verb: to increase in size or substance; 

to spring up; to develop to maturity]