In Repair

When the voices around us got too loud
You were restless
Your eyes spoke first and your mouth followed
Insisting that “we could get away”
Our hearts linked like hands in the new solitude
And the hands on the clock danced in hasty circles
So I got dizzy and left too soon
Out on the porch you said goodbye
Stepping forward just to get closer
And the light washed over your face
Your expression caught me by surprise
I had never before seen hope in the crease of a mouth
Turning away in awkward recovery, I walked toward my car
The engine started and the radio sang:
“I’m in repair, I’m not together but I’m getting there”
Driving away, I saw you wave from the porch
Now I’m praying that you’ll be there when I return, waiting with patience
Because I never said goodbye and, Boy:“I’m in repair, I’m not together but I’m getting there”

Wrestling

The Angel of the Lord strikes
And He fights with glory and light