The Wait

With love and grace you come from skies afar;

On Earth, a perfect life that gravitates

To Brokenness; with knowledge gain’d in scars,

The blame on Earth you do invalidate.

In facing night and death you find the lost;

With arms of love, you sound the satellite;

Again, again do I forget the cost,

And turn away to fill my appetite.

A spinning, broken, hungry, lonely child,

I’m caught in orbit, stuck in dark unrest,

A hidden Sara, bless’d but running wild;

The DATs* appeal but prove just empty nests.       

              My strength no match for orbit, I embrace,

              The wait: with trust I look upon your face.

*digital audiotapes