Sun has set. Moon has arrived.
Climbing under blankets, pillows plumped and primed.
Soft knock and that dearest of words, “Mama?”
“Yes Love?” “Talk?” “Sure”
Reshuffling pillows up. Rubbing eyes open.
Patting blankets. Climbing up.
“Mama, what do I do?”
Oh, how I wish I had the answers.
Father, what do I do?
You have all the answers.
Weary beyond words. Listening between yawns.
“No, it’s fine Love. Keep talking.”
Never slumbers nor sleeps.
Father, you are listening, right?
I don’t know, Love.
Father, I don’t understand.
In those moments, peace descends
It’ll be okay. He’s got us.
Hands together, head to head.
Bowed, eyes closed in hope.
Closer than we were before
Because we face it together.
Lord, closer to you through it all
You’ve never left us, ever.
Those late-night moments
Equal parts laughter and tears
Thoughts, wishes, and questions
Spoken and held
Tougher and stronger together
Sun risen or set
Lord, stronger leaning into You
Asking questions, waiting for answers
Held closer by You
Stronger with You
Love lavishly given