Sometimes it feels
Like all of life
Is Saturday
And Sunday will never come
Hope is sealed
And locked away
And guarded
Guarded by those
Who don’t know
Or don’t care.
And I mourn
But not alone…
Sometimes it feels
Like all of life
Is Saturday
And Sunday will never come
Hope is sealed
And locked away
And guarded
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,
“Don’t panic.”
I feel relieved
And sometimes proud
And just plain good.
The weight is less
The heart can sigh
And maybe, just maybe
God smiles.
I look ahead
And look in faith
To see what I have never seen
With the clarity I’d like
But I will listen still.
In the light of the morning
I rise to see my Lord
Not with my eyes
But with my heart.
I start this day
With thankfulness
And I will cry if I have to
Scream if I need to
And breath, read, and pray…
Regardless of how I feel.
And once again
I find myself
In the quiet night
And I may not
Anymore
Deny the thoughts within.
Each day
I wake
Am still alive
And I pray.
Each meal a gift
Much like a breath
That is not guaranteed
I think of the sparrow
Rise up with me brothers and sisters
And fall down
Let our knees be calloused
And our hands be rough
“Lord Jesus Christ, son of God, have mercy on me a sinner.”
Hear us now… or rather-
Let us hear you.
The road ahead uncertain
The path behind nuclear
Please let me feel your presence.