And my day was a neat mess from one extreme to the next.
I brought in the morning in silence and simple.
I echoed your praises and shouted prayers for your people.
I looked long and hard; I gazed in a wild attempt to communicate my peace.
But the look boomeranged back all tangled: I see clearly your broken piece.
People, noise, chaos, shoes, garbage: Mess.
And I quieted my soul in the middle of the basement.
My babies by my side singing louder than rotating cement .
Then the four reunited ate and drank round a table.
Taking shots, laughing lots, praying for men who are stable.
Tuck us into your night.
Till the morning turns light.
We Love you Lord Jesus
Come be heavy and near us.
Amen.
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