Silent
Sometimes the holy ground crumbles right where I’m standing.
Questions
come. Answers elude.
Outcomes
aren’t what I’d hoped for, prayed for, worked for.
Relationships
strain, tempers flare, voices’ volume rises.
Hot
tears sear cheeks.
Prayers
for peace, for provision, for patience, for presence go unanswered.
Face
and heart harden.
The needle rips across the vinyl, stops the soundtrack, does its damage.
Now,
soul-deep disappointment settles in like a storm, brooding.
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