I Won't Blame

I Won’t Blame

(“Everyone was amazed by the many miracles and wonders that the apostles worked.” Acts 2:43)

I know You are great,
and sometimes miracles wait,
and I’m often late in showing up for prayer.

I won’t blame it on my aches, though I’m sure they make
me a stride slower in finding my way.

I will find the way, today, newest of the year,
to be amazed at what You have done and not
rerun every cry I felt has split the sky without
a return reply.

Blinded eyes healed in front of my eyes,
sick and near death alive and lively surprised,
another job when there were none to be found,
a house, provision, safety without revision,
and rescue when the blizzard tried to impound
me along the icy snow banks.

But I must say, I cannot forget, how lonesome I feel
in spite of the facts and wonders; I feel my soul has been
plundered and my imagination
slowed like molasses. Times are tight, God, and You have
met our needs. I am without complaint.

Except for this uncertain and sad day which has no
hearth on which to place its head. I love You, and love You still,

But I ask for one more, one more miracle to
fill me whole, distill my sadness and reduce me
to love once again.