she keeps her clock 20 minutes fast
so that she is never late
but she doesn't own a watch
because she won't let time enslave her

everything has its own place
her socks ~ a drawer to themselves
her cabinets neat and orderly
except her existence
she can't seem to get that in line

all she hears is the noise of the quiet
void of laughter and of life
the impersonal of her house
does not a home make

the desires that turn to prayers
the laments of a weary one
the cries that go unheard
day after day ~ the same
and she whispers ~

"You promised to never leave me, nor forsake me.
Please give me peace, Father. Help me to surrender.
Because I am about to let go with only You to catch me.
I can't do this without You ~ carry me through."

and her storm rages on

10/09/2005

Posted on 10/10/2005
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