hour father

hour father

Delaney Young

i thought i’d come find You
in the stillness of the morning
but now this day, crinkling,
has glided forward in time
pulled under its foot and fed
through space like cheap silk
in a singer sewing machine
but here i am Lord, lead me not
reeling into promised lands, send
not milk, not honey, not money,
just minutes. are there limits to
Your gifts? am i in it already,
that stretch of unexpiring time
You hover over like the ocean’s
beginning? well, all is Yours, days
are bread, and time is turning over.

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Delaney Young
Songwriter & Poet

Delaney lives and teaches in Southwest France. Her writing has been published in The Portland Review, Truly Co., The Washington Institute, and Little City Magazine. In addition to being a teacher and a poet, Delaney is a songwriter. Her 2023 single “Wrestle” and more recently released EP “pilgrim memos” are available on all major streaming platforms, and a new EP is in the works. You can find more of her poetry and music on Instagram at @delaneylyoung_music or on her website at delaneylyoung.com.

Photography by Khoa Voa