May Days

 

Clouds

One, like a man's hand.

Small, not insignificant--

Watch, wait patiently.

Look up! I saw it,

As with Elijah's servant,

Like a beard in blue.

Hanging out laundry

Next morning, the sky was full,

Packed with tiny clouds.

Little puffs gathered,

Covering like written words

Or illustration.

Kind of

I kind of know how

It might feel under that tree,

Discouraged by men.

Juniper, fig tree,

Gourd... So this is where we rest,

God hears, cares for us.

Answered Prayer

Yesterday I prayed

And God clearly answered me.

This morning I prayed,

"I am sorry, God.

I don't know how to do things,

Other than fight through.

I'm a fighter, Lord,

Teach me to fight the right way."

I am getting bruised.