The waiting seems interminable.
I am afraid.
She should not
Be giving birth
This far from home.
What if something goes wrong?
If I cannot help her?
I want to be in control,
Make it right.
But this has long gone
From my grasp
And even
From my understanding.
And there are moments of doubt.
God, are you really in this?
It seemed so real
But now slips from clarity
Amid the mist of anxiety
That envelops me.
God make me worthy
for this task
That you have given me.
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