Praise God for days that don’t make sense
for ceaseless cries
and pleading eyes
everlasting piles of mess
wet-soaked sky and tiredness
heart with ache
while overtaking days still pass.
Yet things just seem to fall in place
despite my prayer or side-eyed glance
at icons sternly, softly
quietly reminding me
that all is not just left to chance.
There is a rhythm and a rhyme
but all seems so far out of time
all is conjoined cell by cell
where Joy still sings that all is well
and for what reason?
None can tell.
I only know
His love still flows.
”Living the Question” by Shalimar Masters
September 25, 2018