Drift

I am not strong enough to sustain this hope.
It is too much for me.

LIfe lulls me or sears me and both times I let go.
As if I'm holding any guarantee of this joy.

I pray and feel the rain on my face
and wonder why this answer requires so much.

Time plows me or echoes me and even still I fear.
For the days I dream in safety leave my eyes with the tears.

I turn and You watch
for me swearing in your own name.

Jenifer Blevins
2002