Through A Glass Darkly
for Jackie Cox

always room for God
upon my plate, upon my palms
within my brain

always room for him to claim
within my life, in my lifetime

in every second of my hours

or are all my hours his
and what I have, what he gives me
a place, a plate

though in bed I wait
night after night

for him to come home
for him to join me

at times as lonely as can be


©Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
11:25 p.m. 16.03.08