In thoughts on God, thoughts on me on September 9, 2010 at 5:45 am

wait for the Lord

He does not faint or grow weary

His understanding is unsearchable.


leaves are starting to fall in September.

you must be brave to be so normal and small,

to write what you know,


to face insignificance

to fade in the background

and have life in your quiet heart.


i’m happy to be older

to be a bit more weathered,

to have stood through storms

to have not stood

to have lines at my eyes and mouth

from seeing and laughing

to wear badges of shortcomings

proudly as a bride wears her

pressed wedding garnments,

badges of failures where it is not me

who is strong.


an oak has no say in its standing.

it grows and it storms.

the sun and rain and soil are its good blessings.

it grows and grows in blessings

and is pruned in storms and drought.

it is taught to ration

to pray its withering branches to the sky

bare, exposed in its need

its powerless life,

but power to grow in spite,

to lean into Life

is all it knows.


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