I just need to know that the sun will rise
tomorrow, and then again the next day.
If you will promise me that much, God,
then I can make it through tomorrow
and through the next day.
The days after that will have to fend for themselves
but I can hold on if these two tomorrows are certain to pass,
if it’s definite that the hours of each day will turn on time,
that the tears will alternately flow and dry as needed,
that the fresh grave will one day grow grass,
that the wound will become bearable
(more or less),
and we will make it.
Not an insurmountable promise to make, God,
but it would be really helpful if you would make it all the same.