just between you and me Lord
tonight I don’t know what to write
the cursor blinking teasingly at me
is mocking and a fright
production has ground to a standstill
like the government of late
and it seems I’ve lost the numbers
needed to open the gate
I keep sliding screens across my brain
the way I do with my phone
but it’s so hard to write something worthy
when it seems there’s nothing home
Please help me tomorrow
with some energy in a cup
and a couple extra brain cells
with shoestring synapses to tie them up
For tonight I bid you thanks
for abundant grace and truth
your love for your creation
needs of course no more proof
good night

© Joel Tipple
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