It Will Not Return Empty

Seek the Lord while he wills to be found; call upon him when he draws near.
Let the wicked forsake their ways and the evil ones their thoughts; And let them turn to the Lord, and he will have compassion, and to our God, for he will richly pardon. For my thoughts are not your thoughts, nor your ways my ways, says the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts. For as rain and snow fall from the heavens and return not again, but water the earth, Bringing forth life and giving growth, seed for sowing and bread for eating, So is my word that goes forth from my mouth; it will not return to me empty; But it will accomplish that which I have purposed, and prosper in that for which I sent it. Isaiah 55:6-11

It Will Not Return Empty

Held over  in waiting rooms, bus stations

endless streams of opinions and prognosis

all around seem dry as a the high desert

and healing streams cannot be found.

We wait, holding our breath

fearing that if we hope too much

we will be disappointed andashamed

as if we have life under our control.

The clouds slide across a grey sky

portent and promise move together

we are so afraid of losing love

that we hold it to tight for breath.

The Divine in moving as we wait

sending streams of water to our desert

in the dark blue nighttime when we cry

God is mending our broken hearts.