Times of responsiveness escape me.
Found in where I am and where I am going.
Making sense of nothing and everything at the same time.
The good will overtake me because of the love.
So the days roll on and I roll through –
awaiting the promise of what the pondering has brung.
Awaiting the promise of all the lyrics I’ve sung
in faith and through tears and with loud jubilee
I’ve sung and sighed softly
I want to see…..
To see more clearly
with weights lifted off
no false expectation
and sparkling direction
Times of responsiveness await me.