Attending

Another breaking dawn

and I have been long awake

in the darkness, waiting

to hear Your voice,

some kind of prompting

or that sense of belonging

You so often enfold me

in when I can not sleep.

I am finding that when

that ease does not come,

when I must continue

to beseech and grapple

with some kind of urgent

need pressing on my heart,

it is in those moments

You extend a lesson 

in long-suffering

and faithfulness — will

I keep attending?  

You are there, listening.

You know my every care.

You uphold me even as

I must endure moments

that feel like aloneness.

An image comes to mind,

Jesus in the garden,

tear-stained face,

weary body, isolated

soul whispering,

Not my will,

but Yours,

and so I also say,

—releasing, believing—

Your will, Lord,….

Amen.

—C.L. Fisher, April 2021

Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.