Mumble

*A song in the night, oh my soul!  — Horatio Spafford

The house is so quiet,

you are still sleeping,

and I sit in the mumble—

traffic on the nearby loop,

the creaks and groans

of our house aging,

and the tapping of the keys

as I write.

I woke with many faces

in my mind from a string

of dreams, or maybe

it was all the same dream

cycling all night — a collage

of life difficulties like

snippets from a drama,

as if I were binging

the latest must-watch

series — and so upon waking

I began praying, those faces

still so clear in my memory

as I tried to understand

the pain of this life,

the struggle to be connected,

the losses, the illness,

the seasons of profound

change, and I found myself

reflecting on what was right

before me, stilled in a moment 

realizing….

The house is so quiet,

you are still sleeping,

and I sit in the mumble

of life.

—C.L. Fisher, April 2021

*Original last line of It is Well with my Soul by Horatio Spafford.

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