Sometimes, in the silence, after death, I do not hear His voice….
Sometimes in the chaos of my scattered life, I miss His gentle hand.
Sometimes when I’m busy talking, I miss what He just said.
Sometimes, in the darkness, I rarely see His face.
Sometimes, when the pain is strident, I miss His tender touch.
Sometimes, in the stress of sorrow, I have failed to see His tears.
Sometimes, in my loneliness, I’ve wondered if He’s there….
Sometimes, but not always, I have doubted that He cares.
Sometimes, there’s no meaning, and I’ve almost given up.
Sometimes, I have wondered, why He doesn’t move the stone.
Sometimes, I live inside a shadow, and can barely find a path.
And, sometimes, when I least expected it, He surprises, and there’s hope.
Sometimes, but not always, there’s a slender glimpse of dawn.
Sometimes, but not always, there’s a comfort, and a peace.
Sometimes, but not always, I believe, and trust—again.
Please, Rabboni, calm the storm within my soul—
And also–roll away the stone—that keeps me in my grave.