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
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