Your sunrises are there every morning,
sunsets every night.
The world spins, splits, cries & laughs-
& You see it all.
As hate & death spews out,
Your word stands true.
Life & love is in Your words.
You are ever near,
even when it doesn’t feel so.
You care & understand,
even when it hurts.
While the world titter totters in confusion-
You stand firm.
Men, women, them, they, he, she- pronouns become issues.
All of them juggled in the air- whichever one lands first is so.
Truth gets jumbled.
Lies get told.
And in this time,
traditional values are seen as judgmental.
A difference of opinion & freedom of speech,
no longer a thing.
Voices are silenced.
Accounts are banned.
People become like ghosts- can speak but not be seen or heard.
I listen.
I question.
Not only others,
but myself.
And when I’m confused & heartbroken,
I go to His word.
His word is where I stand.
His voice is what I yearn to hear.
At the end of it all-
His is whose I’ll be.
