Sitting in the dark
Waiting for sleep to come, with jitters
Of expectation and apprehension
Thinking what have I gotten myself into
A fan hums rhythmically nearby
A scrapping sound comes from the wall
Like the moving of something big in the other room
The voices all around have quieted down
It seems most are going to sleep, or at least trying
Disappointed there is a cot; thought
I’d get to sleep on the floor
Chafing noises again, they must be moving beds…
In the quiet every little noise is amplified,
And every thought is deafening.
For once there is a single focused thought
(Though it is a river with many tributaries):
Can I do this?
Feeling like Moses…
Moses says, “I can’t”
God says, “You can.”
Moses says, “I don’t want to.”
God says, “I want you to.”
Moses says, “Will you go with me?”
God says, “Of course I will!”
I trust, my Lord, the same goes for me.
