this is a holy time, a sacred time
crawling on paths of change with no control
a time of fear uncertainty anger
a time of Why Why Not
a time of rants/raves with few/no answers
a time for listening but not wanting to
a desire for answers with no pain
fingers digging in the dirt stretching back eyes to search the sky
looking for God in the known and unknown
seeing only dregs of humanity
the pain the suffering
identifying with the possibility it could be me
not for the "Grace of God"
but for the sheer circumstance
hope's light a dimmer glow
buried in the angst of now
not lost in the midst is the presence of God
my mind wonders in God's silence. God struckdumb
by the humanity of it all?
or just biding in that God-time?
vengenance is mine saith the Lord so the scripture goes
heart blackened by unjust ways
makes it hard to care for God's justice
somewhere down the road
That God-time thing again.