Dear Jesus, It's Sunday- the end of a long week or- No, The beginning of a long week- And I'm tired, So tired. I'm trying to decide which book to read So I balance a stack of three on my belly and Stare out the window: A cardinal scratches in the dirt beneath the Now empty bird feeder. Out past the bare trees, the ducks Pace up and down the long driveway, Between frozen pond And my back door, As if to ask "Why?" Oh the gap between The reality of this frozen February day and Their expectations. I lie back, Fold my hands over my heart, Close my eyes to the World, and Open them To You. And it's like I'm back, thirty years ago, Talking to my mother: I throw open the back door, Toss my backpack In a kitchen chair, And pour everything out to You- Apologizing as always Comes first and then My anxieties and fears, Followed by All the Injustices of the world, But in the end, I'm asking Why, just Why? And I have no answers a duck would understand As to why their pond is frozen (how to explain temperature dependent states of matter and seasonal temperature shifts to ducks?) And today, You have no answers that I can Understand. Your ways are not my ways And I cannot see where these black Puzzle pieces fit into Your Design. But still, Lord, help me to trust, So that I may always Truthfully proclaim, Jesus, I trust in You.
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