As We Wait

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…

Thank you Mr. Adams

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.”

As I write…

I feel relieved

And sometimes proud

And just plain good.

The weight is less

The heart can sigh

And maybe, just maybe

God smiles.

For Hope

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.

Prayer

In the light of the morning

I rise to see my Lord

Not with my eyes

But with my heart.

To Myself

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.

No Longer Veiled Within

And once again

I find myself

In the quiet night

And I may not

Anymore

Deny the thoughts within.

Lord,

Each day

I wake

Am still alive

And I pray.

Provider

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.

Be Still

The road ahead uncertain

The path behind nuclear

Please let me feel your presence.