September Poems (2023)

Praying at 2am

This is the first time I've had my head clear all day.
It's nice just to hear myself think.

Praise God for the day.
For the highs, and the lows.
For the sunset. For homemade spaghetti.
For Philippians 3:12-13. For my dad, listening.
For lightning, for thunder. For my dog. He's old now, but he's still around.
For music. For football. For water.
For my closest friend here. She invited me to a concert. It's not till March but I'm already excited, I'm going to try to convince her to match outfits with me.
For colors. For sound. For light.
For puddles that reflect the streetlights.
For rain, or the absence of it.
For the trial I've just endured. I say it like it's the past tense but it's not fully over. The thick of it, however, is through. Now I'm just trying to find who I am, to collect the pieces of myself after being shattered, scattered apart.
For open communication with You, anytime or all the time.
For the sky. For the air. For the birds.
For crickets, cicadas. Stars.
For the moon. Tonight it's a crescent.

For Your unceasing presence,
for Your ever-patient listening,
for Your undying faithfulness.

I already said it, but
I'll say it again for the sake of clarity:

Thank You, Lord, for Your faithfulness.