In Midst of WantPoetry — By Joshua Nightingale on August 4, 2012 at 1:00 pm
I look in the cupboard and fret:
shelf bare of food from strength I get.
My stomach, empty, fishing net.
No meat just hunger.
You’ve given water fowl a pond
with fish and bugs and lilies donned.
With friends at tables, I respond
in thanks and wonder.
The ‘ccount’s been checked; the well is dry.
a missing income, checkbooks die.
With bills to pay, my doom is nigh.
I just need money.
Through times with bare leaves, trees have hope
that summer sun and rain will cope.
By gracious folk you hold my rope.
You keep me sunny.
Sometimes I fear I will not rest,
a nightingale without a nest.
No shelter, bed, or pillows best.
A fox: no burrow.
Such creatures find the things to make
his home from God; you always take
good care of me for your name’s sake.
Your hand is thorough.
A dead leaf blown by rushing wind.
A stick in stagnant lake stays pinned.
I’m constantly thrown; chaos grinned
my motion fruitless.
The geese have guides to take them south.
With plans and mission me endoweth
In wool ears: lead by word of mouth.
I follow sightless.
I check the drawers of my heart:
Poor sense has overthrown my cart.
No peace: void arms held apart
in want of rapture.
The satyrs dance and dryads sing
throughout the forest notes do ring.
Community you give, I cling.
My praise you capture.
My life has times where I complain.
My mind has fears it can’t contain.
With sandless eyes I lay in pain.
A horse, no rider.
But sovereign Lord, you do come through.
The beasts in nature know it’s true.
Increase my faith so I do too.
My God; Provider!