Note: I'm somewhat hesitant to post this as its sort of sing-song-y. I think of it as a Dr. Seuss poem. But, here goes.
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hustling and bustling
and running around
now frenzied
and panicked
searching about
the car keys are missing
not one set but two
we need them to drive
oh what will we do
our friends
waiting curbside
for us to arrive
any moment
they say
as they look
down the drive
five minutes
now ten
fifteen passes by
our friends still are waiting
for us to arrive
the wind it is blowing
the rainfall not slight
oh come soon
they plea
in the cold
of the night
oh Lord
won't you help us
find the lost keys
one set would be plenty
(can't drive with two keys)
immediately
my eyes
are drawn to the chair
and next to the side table
sitting right there
the keys covered up
with a plethora of stuff
thank you God
we rejoice
as we grab for
the keys
my husband
he runs
to the van
in a flash
wait a moment
my dear
there's more to this prayer
next to the coffeemaker
shadowed by beans
we'd looked there before
no keys to be seen
now look once again
and there the keys hid
our God
is so good
when we ask Him for bread
bread one does appear
bread one, now bread two
bread three closely follows
bread four, five, and six
bread upon bread
never ending for us
for our God
has plenty-plenty
when we pause to appeal
and open our hearts
and our lives
to Him yield
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I like this and like the fact that you're really sharing your writing. That's what writing should be all about. And especially a topic like this, one we can all use reminding about.
ReplyDeleteLast night I went to bed in tears. I'm still fighting the tail-end of that horrible something we caught and trying to avoid pnemonia. It's hard to stay focused on getting little Sarah home when it's me packing, packing, packing. It was midnight and I was exhausted but I was a wreck. Today I'm better.
We get the keys this Friday and move the next day. Yesterday a kind woman from this new congregation I've barely begun to get acquatined in, came over and helped me pack up what little of our food storage I had unpacked.
You and I (when and if you are able to come) are going to decorate and make the house feel like home.
So your poem helped remind me, what I had forgotten yesterday, to lean on Him, He's there waiting for me to remember.
:) Janny