This
one is for the tired.
I’m
not angry anymore.
I
have learned emptiness is just space for God
And
I have buildings and towns inside me,
Waiting
for this new occupant
I’m
not angry anymore.
I
have learned that life is a river
With
a mighty current, and it’s not your fault
You
were swept away.
Who
can fight nature?
And
now I have a space ready for God to live in
Now
I have many spaces – I think some will remain empty
This
one is for the tired, the ones with mounds of dishes
To
wash, laundry to wash, an early morning coffee, a long day
A
hard day, working, working and a TV at night to sit with.
I
know this life, I built this town inside me that now
Sits
Empty.
Tired.
When
the rains came, with the flood behind it, I knew
Our
infrastructure would not hold.
Our
buildings lacked foundation, this town was built on dreams,
These
roads were paved with wishes, these houses weren’t built to
weather a storm
I
knew, I grieved before the current swept it away, I knew
I
knew loss would make a place for itself in my heart.
But
even loss was only a visitor there.
My
heart is no home, just an apartment for transient visitors,
Just
a motel, a quiet get-away,
But
no one can stay on vacation forever.
I’m
not angry anymore.
The
flood came and went.
The
current took you.
The
town I built stood vacant.
But
I learned that what can be built can be torn down
And
my hands are tired now
And
my body is aching now, but I have more to place myself in after
a long day
Than
just a couch and a sizzling TV and all those things to wash and
rewash
I
have all these empty spaces and all these open skies
And
I am waiting for God.
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