Done with yesterday.Yes, and today as well.
But they are not done with me.
Returning as a foul wind stinking up my rest.
Tossing between each miss step.
Swirling with forgetful words uttered into a whirlwind.
They are not yet finished with me, regretfully.
Night offers not rest but reconstruction.
Frustration lies in wait before I can unburden myself.
Tomorrow looms as in this moment my resolve melts away.
Battered by irrelevant hours past, this hour is best.
Here in twilight’s gathering are the moments I linger on best.
Between warming cover let’s sighs my sleeping love.
Winds of winter battering about my sturdy home.
Though here, with a ravaged heart, resting finally the words start.
First one then others pile on, gathering praises from days long gone.
Teetering in turbulent seas, I remember cooling springs of ease.
Peace slips into a battle scared heart as faith reclaims its part.
Between nights curtain and dawns rewarding light I find this sight.
Small pages filled with life, reading revealing messages of your fight.
Forgive my, for my failures and frustrations I claim.
For your victory over sins pain, I with you stand again.
Accepting me as I am in my trials, willing my success over these miles.
I thank you, oh, and Amen.