This is not what I expect'd from the fall
Life took turns that I could not have foreseen,
Asking me, begging me, forcing me: "preen".
People, gone; as though life's no love at all,
For the ones I might need, ones I might call,
In darker hours. But why not intervene?
I gleaned knowledge I did not want to glean,
Of time, of love, and of death's quiet call.

I also, although, did not expect light,
Nor strength, nor courage. I was gathered up
By one, well aware of my hopeless groans.
Renewed with Spirit, I leaned in to fight.
Pulled in, that I might witness You closeup.
This season no longer seems one unsewn.