how to believe that He knows best:
– field grass, clothed
– birds, full-bellied
– lilies, well-rested
– upturned heads, softly alight, singing
it is my will that you remove my cup,
my hope that it is your will too—
let knees grind floor in mute unknowing
melting into raw soul flesh pain,
let bloodflow burst through glands and pores
pressure throbbing brain and mind,
let throat cords clang and shrill through ears
gulped by careless atmosphere
let the gut tremble take it away
take it away
let it hope—
let it grip, let it hiss not my will but yours


By Isabella Zou, Yale Timothy Dwight College ‘21