stir

i don’t understand how an

all powerful, all knowing, all loving, all reigning, all being God

could watch this happen

wouldn’t his eyes burn with tears of regret?

wouldn’t his hands shake at the weight of injustice?

wouldn’t his voice crack under the strain of grief?

or are the tears and shakes and cracks

the Divine within me

through them

is God saying,

“I am on my way

To stir the waters

To make things new

To break the Sabbath

To fix the cracks

Wait

Wait

Wait

I’m trying to get to you.

I saw it all

And I’m just trying to get to you.”