Ponder

We confess, O God,

that we not only have difficulty

understanding how faith works,

we sometimes struggle

to believe at all.

In the middle of a hymn's verse,

a question jumps out,

halting voice, brain,

and heart, as the tune

is no longer capable

of carrying the lyrics.

We want to stop the music,

mid-measure, turning

the phrase over and over,

searching for the lock

that will unclasp

and set us free to sing,

to believe, to breathe.

Thank you for those

who keep singing for us,

for the music itself, and

for the question’s plow

that keeps planting seeds

in our messy garden.

© 2015 Todd Jenkins