Sometimes it seems too much
the prodding and the poking
the testing and the evaluating
midnights and dawn full of challenge.
Sometimes the aches overwhelm
an aging body out of kilter
an ancient car sputtering to start
aching to close the distance gap.
Sometimes you seems so far off
no presence in the waiting room
no one to look after me at night
so long the darkness compared to day.
These trials they grieve us all
and yet we are refined not broken
softened and not burned down
a new life and heart is promised.
The long winter's night will end
and the pain subside in love's arms
the ache will become joy again
we will sing songs of delight again.