No amount of coffee
can awaken this soul
to quicken its attention.
I am looking for you again, my God.
The mysteries of my path,
unfolding in excruciating ease.
I long for answers.
It helps when I remember
the times I have visited this landscape before.
You have always been next to me –
your hand in mine,
In rare glimpses you point the way –
but your respect for me usually
allows my own stumble forward.
Mostly, it helps to be held.
To embrace the mysteries
in the comfort of your arms
feels like the home
you made for me.
I am a baby looking for your eyes
as you love me.
Copyright@Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2019