C’mon, C’mon

I sit at the edge of dawn prodding

C’mon, c’mon. Let there be light.

The sky through my kitchen window

is blue-black, like a blood blister,

like yesterday’s sun got pinched

in the doorway of dusk and then all

went dark. So, might as well sleep.

But now the blister is draining, clearing.

C’mon, c’mon. Light be there let.

(I switch the order of words, just in case)

But I have learned I cannot hasten the dawn.

Try as I might I can only watch and pray.

I have learned the watching is praying.

Dawn is always an answered prayer, a

rough and honest reminder that you can sit at

the edge of God and prod C’mon, c’mon.

And God hears, and says it so.

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3 Comments

  1. alice scott-ferguson on November 6, 2019 at 7:23 am

    economy of words transport the
    mundane in a new carrier
    and the result is marvelous

  2. Sarah Oyerinde on November 8, 2019 at 9:02 pm

    My soul has needed these words this week, and will probably continue to hang on to them for a bit.

  3. Amanda Jolman on November 9, 2019 at 10:25 pm

    Thank you.

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