In Need of Good News
by M.James Cooper

I have lost it, not all, but some of my confidence, my hope.
I pray that it returns, having abandoned me
like some angry unsatisfied lover. No warning.
I have lost hard won blessings like these before and have managed to nurture them into existence again;
Breathed life back into myself as if Holy spirit.
Remembering how it was done does not give me relief from mental burdens.
Cold air brushing rudely against my face makes me feel less than warm, less than secure,
but I continue to breath, I continue to rise each day. Half the battle is won. I am not so afraid to be among the living. I want the good news, but it too desires confidence and hope so that we can stand erect and smile.