Poem

Here’s a poem I wrote in the wee hours of Monday morning...

Overwhelmed at 3:00 am

These are the secret hours of the night
When neighbourhoods are dark and sleepy and safe, mostly.
But here we are
Wide awake
Brewing desperate tea
Overwhelmed
Because we’re just kids
Raising kids
Who won’t sleep

(You might wonder, where is the celebration of life and God’s glory? Well, the tea was soothing, and we ended up laughing, and eventually both boys did fall asleep. And his mercies are new every morning, and he gives strength to the weary.)