tomorrow or the next


by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer

when You said

please come sit with Me

were You showing us how

each of us ought to ask for help

when stuck before the plow

that evil uses to destroy the crop that You have made

or to re-seed a lonely spot where hides the Sonless shade

I think

when hurting can't be stopped

when terrors overwhelm

I'll just sit here

it comes despite who's standing at the helm

I've asked

I've called

I've written

taken medication

slept

and yet it all

(whatever)

still knocks me about, inept

but there You were

You knew

from when the apple got so used

that mob would come

led by that one

who acted so confused

the evil – most

that anyone has ever willing done

and waited all along for that

to kill Your Father's Son

You sat at last

and asked

Your special friends

for help they could

and all they did

was fall asleep

and run, You said they should

I will not run

by Your grace

here

I'm with Your pain and mine

and I will hold Your hands

follow Your will until the time

when You return in clouds of glory

throwing shades away

and end what will be pointless pain

on that first Son shine day

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