The LORD asked me, “How are you faring?”
and my soul drooped over with a sigh,
relieved to admit to its fatigue
but not willing to break completely.
“I am tired,” I replied, “but look and see LORD:
even now I am determined to show you
my vibrance, my best greens,
my usefulness.”
The LORD smiled. “Ah child, it is okay
to weep and sag low in your hurt.
Let me be the gentle sap
through your branches
giving life
while your roots seek new reservoirs
for grace and comfort and healing, until
you are ready to sway and dance
with the winds again.
Take your time, dear one,
but know that I am here.”
