I awake very early in the morning
before four o clock but not before the chickens start crowing
My thoughts burst to life, a bitter bud blooming.
tumbled worries and needs and dreads.
Please Lord. If only Lord. If you wouldn’t mind Lord.
I need Lord. I want Lord. I demand in your name Lord. Let it be done.
This is crazy. To wake up in this troubled frenzy and wail my whinges and woes to the Lord.
Not even waiting for an answer
Not even saying good morning!
Cobbling together half frenzied solutions and feeling the dawn of panic arrive in the dawn of calm.
What about a prayer of gratitude says a calm voice in my busy, busy head.
Gratitude. In this troubled country? With all my needy needs?
Thank you Lord for the dripping rain and the wet feathers of the bedraggled chickens, indicating a night…
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