Behind the Blur

The blur is there –

Masking the image that had once seemed clear.

Now, it is as though

A wash of color has obliterated the view…

And, that is ok,

Because I trust.

I trust the One Who watches over Israel and

Slumbers not, not sleeps –

Watches over me.

In spite of my messes,

His love is greater.

My prayer is that my heart is HIs,

Not just in word and deed,

Also, in the hidden alcoves.

I lift my song –

In a language only we two share,

And sing as if my life depends on Him,

Because it does.

– RG