I feel like I am at the end of myself:
Until I am a puddle,
Until all the water in me weeps,
Until I am an ocean of sad with waves of grief,
I beg God to reach for me
and keep me
I plead with God: “don’t let me slip through your fingers”
Reason with God: “I am weak”
I demand that God be here for me.
Today, a woman spoke of how she gathers grains of rice from the same holes rats lay in.
Until she has a pile visible enough to boil.
She scoops them into a basket, prepares a meal, and returns the next day;
Tallying up her sustenance, grain by grain.
“God is kind-hearted” she says
“He watches over us and gives us everything.
When God watches me looking everywhere, I always find some rice.”
And I wept some more.
(12–05–2017 — inspired by HUMAN, the movie)