Draft 1 05-23-1992
Draft 11 01-12-2013
A Song of Descents
I thought I was going somewhere,
but here I am, redflagged, God’s hand on me.
My future shimmered, but now fades –
a heat wave on a summer highway
as day ends and seasons turn.
My past returns, a winter houseguest;
I’m in for room wandering, and slow tears.
Spring comes, but I wish the brown fields back.
I thought I was flying,
but I’m here in woods, mired in mud,
map in hand, but lost anyway.
I want to be far away – can I go?
My heart is: yes! Yes! My spirit, NO -
until they lie down together at evening.
But next morning, the heart cajoles again.
I thought someone was with me,
but I’m alone, and facedown on the carpet,
ticking off days & weeks of two lives severed.
I see God’s hand in decisions, divisions,
and the end of my own ways – I give them up.
Between sobs, I find words to pray with.
I’m down, but He’s down here with me.
Note: Rock bottom, mud bottom, carpet bottom. I found the Songs of Ascent in the Psalms, and came up with the idea of a Song of Descent. It fit. DD 11-22-2010