All those times you were trying
to let me know you were there
and I holed up in loneliness and despair.
I couldn’t feel anything more
than the pain of my psyche,
my broken body.
You were there…all the time.
How blind I can be to your presence –
to seeing opportunities –
to reach beyond myself
and try to comfort others.
Help me God to see your hand
and the direction it is pointing.
Give me the strength to follow your lead
without thought for me –
knowing you have a purpose
I need you.
(I wrote this when I was in rehab for back surgery.)