Crying Out in the Wilderness

“I am the voice of one crying out in the wilderness, ‘Make straight the way of the Lord,’ John 1:23

Some Days

There are days when no eye contact no
voice recognition, no touch or greeting no,
we feel invisible unheard, crying
from the pinnacle of an abandoned tower.

Some nights darkness envelopes like heavy wool
covering the sighs and whispers the silent
mouthed prayers the lips exorcising
dark spirits from a broken heart.

There are mornings when sleep regrets
the list of things left undone and the dim
aching morning sun barely lifts
the dark is lingering and winter bites
down leaving marks for days to come.

Today God is listening to the mumblings
the broken sidewalks rants, the mother's sorrows
and the artist lament, today, God sends
a voice to the wilderness to listen
and to announce love's arrival on our
bleak plain.

Today, the announcements overhead familiar
and grating are heralding a new love
a new heart, a new home.

God has lived with us in the wilderness
the wild, untamed, abandoned alleys, lived
along side the aching and the broken.
Along side you and me.

Today, God's messenger is running full tilt
down the avenue through obstacles
leaping barriers to deliver life and
love that will melt the snow's crust
and our hearts of stone.