God and i had a conversation

that felt a little one-sided

where i went on and on

about all of the things

i needed him to fix

and change

or at least help me

to feel better about

or understand even

 

i asked him why he was

moving so slow

why things had happened

in the first place

and where was he at the time

anyway

 

when i finally came to an end

breathless and turned 

to meet his gaze

i wondered how a face could

weep with sorrow and be so

full of  lovingly peaceful joy

at the very same time

 

and all he said was:

i hear you

and just trust me

 

if this has not turned into

something beautiful or good

then i have not finished yet

 

—hold on to the light

 

Heather Pound 2024

Photo by Eugene Golovesov on Unsplash