In the middle of this night,
I can’t do this on my own,
I fear not for You are with me,
On my face and knees praying,
What do I do next…
Because the vacuum in my head,
Collecting various things,
Some junk, some gems,
Knitting them into a reality.
The collections multiply,
There seems to never be enough,
Why do I have to have it all,
All the gentleness and the rough.
The adrenaline from sledding fast,
Down a steep, snowy hill,
To watching a plant grow,
While standing totally still.
From being in cheerful,
For many days,
Transitioning to the sad,
I need help in this maze.
In the middle of this night,
I can’t do this on my own,
I fear not for You are with me,
On my face and knees praying,
What do I do next?
