All I've been able to do this week
is get up,
and go through the motions
of each day.
I'm struggling to find the words,
When they usually drop ~
like honey from a spoon.
Suffice to say that it's been
a horrendous week,
and for privacy's sake I'll say no more on the matter.
Then God steps up to the plate,
and does what He does everyday ~
strips away those feelings of
being totally alone
and sends someone dependable
across your path.
When that person says *call me,*
and you know you will because they really mean it.
So you weave through the hours
and the moon seems beautiful again