"Limbo"

Sometimes, dear God,

the pain is so great

that it slows my heart in mid-

beat

Sometimes these dog days

stretch so listlessly, so interminably

that I cannot see September

Sometimes small words -

"I'm afraid she's not quite ..."

- carry the heaviest weight
dropping stone-like
into the well
of my
soul

In the torpor of midsummer
sometimes I don't know which way to turn
to find a cool breath of relief

And though I know You are there,
I am too fatigued
to lift my eyes to You

Cradle my heart
in Your two hands
like I do my baby's sweet face

and I will see the scars
and remember how You hung
suspended
in limbo


waiting


until Your perfect
unhurried purpose
for her
for me
was accomplished

Tea and rice pudding - wee comforts on a summer evening