No profound thought
can I retrieve
simply God I remember
and he helps me believe
A week of death
near and far
the air feels heavy
like a big metal bar
With one headphone in
and one out
likewise real life
overflow or drought
I am tired and sad
but calling to mind
what truth can calm
in this trying time
I made bread this morning
an ordinary means
to remember God’s mercy
I knead and He kneads
He is sustaining me
and the rest of the world
knowing when the mountain goat gives birth
and when nations are stirred