by Gideon Burton
An imitation of James 1:5
"If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him."
If any lacking wisdom were to ask
of God--no matter the confusion and
despite how much anxiety had tasked
our troubled souls across the rocky span
of vexing ignorance--our Father hears
the plea, he sees the tears, and even though
solutions do not always come as clear
as all our wearing troubles seem to do,
he is a freely giving God, no stone
to offer to his hungry child, but peace
to send. Although we may yet feel alone,
in time the answers come with sweet release.
This is at least the wick on which I burn,
as I await the patience I must learn.
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