Hannah Lambert

Joined December 2025

15 stories

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Hannah Lambert writes from the crossroads of faith, resilience, and lived experience. Her poems offer a soft place for hard truths and a lantern for anyone finding their way home.

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You Just Need My Voice
For thirty-eight years he lay by the pool, Surrounded by water that never quite moved. Healing rippled, but never for him—
By Hannah Lamberta day ago in Poets
Evidence Everywhere
There was a season I prayed in pieces, faith held thin and often borrowed, hope stitched with grace, asking God to meet me quietly
By Hannah Lambert6 days ago in Poets
Silence in the Journey
Sometimes even the GPS goes quiet when the road is straight, when every turn has already been accounted for. No warnings. No rerouting.
By Hannah Lambert6 days ago in Poets
Salt, Not Sugar
He did not call us to be sugar on the tongue, To melt into the moment, To sweeten every room until truth dissolved. Sugar wins smiles,
By Hannah Lambert10 days ago in Poets
Decisions That Make Us
People swear change arrives in January, wrapped in fresh calendars and clean promises, in vision boards pinned with borrowed dreams,
By Hannah Lambert11 days ago in Poets
The Blessing Of Closed Doors
This year, some doors shook as they shut, echoing louder than my prayers. Others eased themselves closed quietly, as if You wiped the dust from their hinges with care.
By Hannah Lambert12 days ago in Poets
Torn From The Top
They tell us the veil was thick— not linen you could fold at night, not fabric that stirred when men passed by, but woven dense with warning,
By Hannah Lambert14 days ago in Poets
My Communion
I come to the table carrying ache, Not dressed up, not polished, not pretending. Just me and the weight of remembering What it cost You to call me Yours.
By Hannah Lambert21 days ago in Poets
The Outsider
I grew up on pews and polished smiles, knew every hymn before my name. A pastor’s kid — raised on altars, raised to be the flame.
By Hannah Lambert29 days ago in Poets
Discernment
I’m thankful for the whisper that rises in my bones, the warning in the spirit before a truth is shown. I see beneath the sugar—
By Hannah Lambert29 days ago in Poets
The Alabaster Box
They whispered when I entered, their glances sharp as knives— a woman with a history unwelcome in their eyes. But shame had grown too heavy,
By Hannah Lambertabout a month ago in Poets
A Mother And A Manger
She held the promise of heaven in the curve of her trembling hands, a miracle wrapped in swaddling cloth and laid upon the straw-soft land.
By Hannah Lambertabout a month ago in Poets

Hannah Lambert

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You Just Need My Voice

Evidence Everywhere

Silence in the Journey

Salt, Not Sugar

Decisions That Make Us

The Blessing Of Closed Doors

Torn From The Top

My Communion

The Outsider

Discernment

The Alabaster Box

A Mother And A Manger

Stories (15)