Waiting on Divine Intervention

Once more it seems I fall behind,

and drag what’s left of my esteem,

wishing I could take the time

to write down thoughts, to share my dreams.

My ideas smashed to smithereens—

while torn between the here and there,

and trying to row this boat upstream

with all my oars in disrepair.

I flounder here amid extremes

somewhere among the lows and highs,

still searching for some subroutine

that will not leave me paralyzed.

I teeter in this “in-between”

  and wait on God to intervene.

© Ginny Brannan 2019

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