And then there are days where the waking
is a fog of sleeping
where the heart is breaking
and the longing is stretched thin to breaking
where a goose’s hiss is felt – personal
a shutting door feels like a slam
where silence is louder
than words of love

then there are days
where tears
are the only reminder
of my Lord
and the hope
that He really does gather them
in His bottle
record them in His book…

and then there are days

(based on Psalm 56:8)