Soon Enough

It is the wee hours.

The dogs are asleep;
even the cat has settled down.

The neighbors' houses were dark
when I drove home.

Everyone is sleeping,

as I should be
and will be
soon enough.

But,
there is something delicious
about this stolen time with You, Lord,

like being a child
getting to stay up past bedtime
and get rocked a few extra minutes.

I have a picture of my grandfather
holding me as an infant.

He was a sweet man
who died too soon in my opinion.

He is gray haired, and skinny as the string beans he grew,
his wire rimmed glasses perched on his nose,
sitting in a rocking chair
on the porch of his farmhouse,
holding me,
looking at me,
and smiling at me.

That's how it feels right now, Lord,
like you are letting me stay up for a few minutes
while everyone else is in bed
just so I can feel You
holding me,
looking at me,
and smiling at me.

It is the wee hours.

The dogs are asleep;
even the cat has settled down.

The neighbors' houses were dark
when I drove home.

Everyone is sleeping,

as I should be
and will be
soon enough.

Soon enough.




Blessings,
David