A Thousand Years

The embers of another day gone by Without you Makes me wonder About scripture, Where a day with God Is as a thousand years In my fears, I wonder How He loves The church, the fragile and lonely. Those days you don’t feel You’re enough. Bare trees With seeds buried, their branches Wait for spring to bare… Out buds that give birth to songs And lyrics of dew When the truth Still reigns in November Where Frost told the story Of the youth on the road Less taken, where Ruth Gleans the open Fields of corn, stitches hidden In the husks, wanting to hold And reach beyond.