Lifetimes Ago

It must be you

For, Kingly Father,

These past seven months

Since office closed

I’ve only proved




In a fog of shaky petitions.

Enjoying my young family

Dreaming of having a voice

Somewhere else, and greener.

A little crazy actually.

Others watch in mute wonder.

We live thankfully

Day to day

Observing spoiling of our goods.

But somehow richer


Feel like shouting it.

Your hands undergird

Your provision is

Right on time.

And now a change is felt

A tiny rumbling.

You must be in it Father

Or no deal.

And Psalm 37 keeps

Speaking to me.


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