Heavy
Hushed
Cimmerian, somber.
Even before the rooster wakes,
the earth is still
as if being blanketed
by expectation,
weighted with longing.
Soon it will rise,
but now
I am heavy with the hours–
anticipating
expecting
disappointment.
Do not speak to me
with words meant to cheer.
For now, what speaks
is the pregnant pause before dawn.
And just when the weight of it
threatens to crush me,
Rays being to filter
through the depths,
weak but
growing stronger–
suggesting to me
hope
and possibility.
~Deborah Linne
I too, have had those times…. “His mercies are new every morning” is my saving grace (in more than one context….