9.14.18

i’ve been getting up early

looking for God in the morning mist

when the world is emptier, easier

I thought He’d hear my prayers more clearly

than at 3 am when they’re more cries than prayers

raspy whispers chasing the moon toward its setting

i’ve been getting up earlier than is easy

trying to decipher the messages You left for me

disconnecting Your voice from my desires

i heard it’s easier now than at 3 am

when my prayers are too desperate for any answer to be enough

the sun chasing me toward my rising