Recession

Rising rivers and

vengeful rain,

beating sun and

crying puppies.

Wasp stings and

backbiting,

hasty words that cannot be

retracted and

weights of silence.

Receding waters and

warming sun,

cut grass by the helping hand of a friend

and one more pup, still alive.

Forgiveness.

My world is full of

scattered thoughts and

incomplete sentences.

Redemption.

4am and 4am and 4am again.

One comes and

another goes

but I feel little moved by either.

Rest and rest and rest

people say.

But how can you rest

when there's so much need,

When you are working for the King...?

not for earning, not for works, but for love...

yet so tired.

Was this how Martha felt?

Truth and

grace and

strength and

peace

are all lost to

restlessness

and unnamed fears.

But there is One

who came

with perfect love

to cast out all fear...

if only I would

take His hand and

His yoke

and learn.