Swing Low

For some, the big picture

has been so bright and crisp

for so long that we are lulled

into forgetting its fragility;

and then we are knee-capped

by a storm of epic proportions.

Sure, other storms threatened,

looming darkness on the horizon,

but they are weathered steadfastly.

In one fell swoop, the multi-LED beam

turns into a shadowy flicker,

at risk of being extinguished

by nothing stronger than a gentle breeze.

All these years, abiding in prayer

for others, hoping them toward God

with all the faith we could muster,

trusting beyond our own limits.

Now, the IV’s in the other arm,

and we’re staring at the ceiling,

surrounded by loved ones.

May the supplications once uttered

from a distance now swing us

into that prayerful hammock,

letting go to the gentle rhythm of grace. 

For Bill Cannon

© 2013 Todd Jenkins