Pestilence

Days progress
Weeks prolong
Aches persist
Ailing hope's song

Here am I?
I am sent
But of my understanding
Much is spent

Try to be calm
Who's to blame?
God's nudging me
A revealing flame

Life is not
Categories separated
Yet smoothed transitions
Are celebrated

Present bleeds to future
Still life's call carries
Be still, and know
Though circumstance varies

Time tells stories
Whose ends we now don't know
So be patient and trust
Wait, ask, and when restored Go



. . . destroy that pestilence which persists in me