in digital space
the sun's rise
and fall
wind on water
leaves adrift on the breeze
like taking a moment
to breathe
even when lungs burn
diving deep
to find Him
when chaos, fear
and sorrow close in
hoping that
somewhere
there is glory in all this
Hold on
when there is nothing
to hold
but the holding
I watch as
prayers of friends
strangers, angels
weave a blanket
to wrap you
in His love
and yes,
there is glory here.
