Tired – But Still in the Fight

BR Chitwood
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The softness, sweetness settles within me
On this still, slumberous, summer day…
The sky above is clear and convenient
To my aging heart and soul of wandering.
The big windows out of which I peer
Display the birds, quails and rabbits in
Their daily missions for food and play,
Forever watchful as the coyotes are fast
Afoot, canny, can spring from the idle
Brush, Ironwood, and Palo Verde Trees.
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Here, in the comfort of A/C and luxury,
My mind ponders the plurality of messages
My outside view might reveal through
This tired heart and soul that have borne
Witness to so much my Gracious God
Has so generously shared along my way…
The joy of love and family, the search
For fame and glory that has shown in
Quantities never as large as one might hope,
Never the prominence foolish pride allowed.
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So, it seems this beauty outside my windows
Is occasionally followed by rain and wind…
Perhaps, more in hope and longing, nay, in
Truth and Faithful days and nights of dark
And wistful thoughts, witnessed by the moon
And brilliant stars outside another window…
After prayer, a truth emerges, vague, tingling,
And, suddenly, my bedroom wall to the East,
An amorphous cloud slowly passes, my eyes
Widen: an image of Jesus gently smiling…
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BR Chitwood –
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