My tongue remains silent.
My mind searches for the proper path,
daring not to think of what might be.
Life takes its many turns.
What a dizzying reminder of how fragile
this unwanted day has become for me.
The hours and sacred minutes
take their proper place on my to-do list.
“What now?” repeats itself, over and over.
Now is the time for me to wait.
Now the God of the universe comes to fore.
Now my entire being leans full weight on Him.
The air I breath is shallow.
My heart is brittle; my eyes are swollen.
I evaluate and reevaluate and then start again.
The test has come unexpectedly.
Do I trust His hand? Do I trust His words?
I fall shattered and broken, waiting to be held.
Is not God the Master of my way,
Holding me while storms and fiery darts passed by?
Yes, I will rest in His hands; I will trust His love.
For He is mine and I am His.
He gave me eyes to see Him without the light,
and ears to hear His voice over the din of day.
His words of promise are mine.
No matter how I feel He is always with me.
However it may look, I will forever believe in Him.
