Weary

After a day when life felt like
A one-two punch,

When I didn’t have adequate sleep,
And I read about injustice to the poor,

Until everything in me, and in my life,
And in the world at large felt broken,

I came to read in the book of Isaiah,
Hesitant.

God met me.

For thou hast been a strength to the poor,
A strength to the needy in his distress,
A refuge from the storm,
A shadow from the heat,
When the blast of the terrible ones is as a storm against the wall.