I used to be human, once when it was trendy.
But what good are trends anyway?!?
I’m me in the trenches.
I’m me when the world crashes around me.
I’m me in the flesh and the bone…in the spirit and song…
In the trenches.
Just little ol’ me
I grope for air when I need to breathe
I hang on to euphemisms when I need hope.
I grope for light when I feel dark.
I wait for the dishes to be done
For the world to feel uncluttered even when I know I’m responsible for the outcome.
I wait for the light to appear.
But I am loved!
Not by you certainly. Maybe not even by the people I hold close to my chest like life preservers.
But I’m loved.
And maybe that’s enough.
Because I’ll get up tomorrow and go again.
And things will get done little by little and I will grow or whatever…
Tonight, I’m me, in the light of a thousand moons,and the presence of a God who loves me anyway and that’s more than enough for me!