Saturday, April 20, 2019

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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