The Cry of Hannah; An Exigent Cry (Poem)

Her lips moved;
Her heart spoke,
But no words voiced out,
For so was the gravity
Of her cry to God
For a child.
The priest condemned her.
Was she drunk? No;
Or rather drunk with pain,
Downed in mockery,
And tired of her tears.
Tired, she was,
So she cried
Like a wounded lion,
But no sound was heard;
Nonetheless, God heard her
Loud and clear.
Her cry; too critical
That God had to move his priest
To bless her without fail.
Was she cursed? A mystery;
But her vow paid
And Eli’s blessing
Made her the mother
Of a great prophet.
Now her name ring bells
And forever will it,
For so loud was
The cry of her heart.
An exigent cry.
“I love the Lord, because He hears [and continues to hear] My voice and my supplications (my pleas, my cries, my specific needs).” (Psalms 116:1, AMP).
“And this is the confidence that we have in him, that, if we ask any thing according to his will, he heareth us:” (1 John 5:14, KJV).
“weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.” (Psalms 30:5, KJV)