Hello.
It’s been quiet here.
I have missed you all.
The government has shut down, and we are getting hourly updates on what is and isn’t open on our bases here. We’re praying for so many of our friends who are currently furloughed and waiting. On top of that madness, we have a typhoon or two swirling in the Pacific headed to our beaches this weekend. Big Bessie Green the trampoline came down and headed back into the shed. It’s also the last week of the lit and comp class I am teaching, so my students are finishing their papers and prepping for finals. In the midst of all the lunacy though, I have peace. Welcome back, Friday, with a poem.
The world spirals downward
Loud voices argue and threaten
The panic claws at my throat
It burrows under my shoulder blades
I am dizzy in the whirling
But you, O God, are steadfast
I hear, Be still, let the storm rage
My eyes fixed on You, I wait
Holy anticipation
For help, for healing, for You
The only foundation that stands
Firm through all storms
~suelarkinsweems ’13