The sun has risen in this winter
Bringing light with little heat
The daybreak wills the night to splinter
And this, the aching starting feat.
The light reveals such devastation
And still it is so bitter cold
I bend my knees to God’s salvation
And listen as the tale unfolds.
Feels so big to change.
And so hard just to begin
Let us now begin.
If I imagine
As having different tanks
Like a car
That requires multiple different fuels
I have this tank
And another of hope
I find that all the possible tanks
Are never all filled
And I might have to drain one
To fill another.
Do I ever get to feel
A day or night in that high dream
What it’s like to be
With all the tanks all full?
When I sing,
“I need you more,”
And my bones rejoice that truth
My mind can sense my heart is tense
Though longing after you.
To feel and think as if the same
And not to keep them far apart
To trust your gut, your mind, your heart
This is an essential art.
There is a light in the dark desert night
I can hear the wind in the brush
I can feel the cold left by the fleeing sun
But there is a light in the dark desert night
And I will look its way..
The lapping gentle waves ashore
Invite my heart to less not more
And as my heart accepts the calm
The peace seeps in a healing balm.
In this calmer state I find
The voice of heaven bleeding kind
The tears and panic fade away
And in this space the quiet lay
I do not have the answers here
But I have felt the grip of fear
And knowing just how cruel a foe
I will rejoice to see fear go.
Sometimes it feels
Like all of life
And Sunday will never come
Hope is sealed
And locked away
Guarded by those
Who don’t know
Or don’t care.
And I mourn
But not alone…
I have never wiped down a washing machine
For fear of spreading a virus
But then the world was struck
And the blow was felt by all
And I spray the washer
And I don’t panic
Just like the book says,