God of Life

I am Lost at sea
The wild winds
And pelting rain
Of my troubles are threatening
To submerge me in their power.
I am tossed to and fro
By the Struggles
That come upon me every day.
There is so little energy in me
To go on
I do not know how much longer
I can hold onto hope.
In my Distress
I cry out.
Are You asleep in my boat of life?
Do You care that I am battling the Storm
With every breath that I take?
Then Your grace sweeps through My Being
And I remember
The sacred voice of the ages:
If I flew to the point of sunrise
Or west ward across the sea
Your hand would lead me 

Your right hand holding me.
All the truth of Your sheltering love
Comes to comfort me in bits
and pieces of the Psalms.
You do shelter me
Under Your awning
From Trouble You will hide me
Deep in the dwelling of Your heart
And protect me
I know Your love for me
Has been deep and strong
Since the moment of my conception
For You drew me out of my mother’s womb.
You entrusted me to my mother.
From my mother’s womb You have been my God
So, I beg
Comforting One
Who goes with me in the Storm
look after me
I take shelter in You
Guard me like the pupil of Your eye
Hide me in the shadow of Your wings
For I belong to You
I seek shelter for You are my hope
You have always been my strength
I will rest in You, God
And trust that You will be with me
No matter how great
Or how long
Or how intense this
Storm
You are the source of my hope.
With You for my strong support
My safety

I will make it through all this.
Your arms are around me

My shelter

Just as the flame of this candle before me

Is sheltered from the wind

And keeps burning brightly

I entrust my life to You

Perfect Cup of Tea

I await you with anticipation 

wondering how soon and when
Like my hot Water
in the teapot

I linger near it wishing to hear 

the piercing whistle that signals
its readiness to make my Tea

The Tea is ready 

but the Water is not.
Am I the Water
or the Tea?
Which are you?
Perhaps I long for you to be done
when you are
here and ready but are waiting on me.

The whistle blows and the Tea
is made
I savor the

aroma and taste
of such a perfect combo
I pray that I wouldn’t
try to mix the two before they are ready
Make yourself as carefully as I deserve
and I will strive to do the same for you
I know you deserve only
the best.

The Sea

Do you ever feel old beyond the time you have been walking on this earth,
too tired to go on?
Frightened by the things that have gone before
afraid of what is to come?
When glancing at the world around me
I feel overwhelmed
lost as though I am a tiny grain of sand on the beach.
Longing to be swept out to sea
yet questioning if I belong trapped on the land.
Wondering that if I were to be carried away
amidst the waves,
if anyone would notice,
and if they did,
if they would even care to gather me out of the torrent
place me back onto the significant dry land again.
As I write these careless words
I creep nearer the current I know will seize my slender soul into its depths
yet I care not
whether I return from its gloomy places or not.
I am content to wallow in the trepidation of the world
specifically my own pathetically dreary life.

Service

Crap I cut out again
I mustn't have enough bars
The food is truly amazing and
I love the entertainment but
I could really use your company.
I’m just so tired of trying to gain your attention
The letters come back to me unopened
My telegrams go unreceived

Why is it that you only will answer me if I call
You know I have phone phobia
yet I will gladly brave those waves
for time with you

Precious are those four little lines-they don’t last
Standing still holding onto illusions that I have service.
So I’ll say it quick-I miss you
I love you
Please come home soon
Hello??

Damn another dropped call

This plan sucks.