It is not that you

Are simply

The God

Of the moment

For you are

The God

Of my time

All time

You are

The God

Of my heart

Mount hope

And I’ll breathe

Easy and Refreshed

Whether lassoed or tethered

Whether surrendered or caught

Running to or fleeing from

Adoring freely or tapped on the shoulder

These days

It seems as if

My attention is like

100 yo-yos

Flailing about

And even I

Can’t always locate

The thread of allegiance

From one breath to the next

And so I must

Call upon

The deep deep knowing

Of faith

Of grace

For when I feel held

I know that I am held

But when I do not feel held

I must know that I am

And so today

I know

In the deep

Secure strength

Of faith

That I am

A son

Held

I am

A son