You are intentional
in the ways You answer
my prayers – I can ask
again & again if I can have
time with a friend & feel nothing
in the asking, in the waiting. In the
morning when the sun has yet come up, I
sit in the dark and scribble out Your word.
I don’t know how my imprisoned
state could make another believer speak
Your love loud.
Or that the way I live turns someone away
from desires (that bring upon regret).
Could You settle down within me
now & wait patiently to experience
how You feel like home? You are home.
Your tender haired girl
Fmf: intentional // timer stopped at “desires”