It’s been a long day. A series of long days. Day upon day moving forward.
Expectantly hopeful, yet incessantly draining.
My over-responsible heart beats double time. I try to quiet it. Invite it to rest.
It works until I wake up crying.
There are lots of tears. They blur my vision.
More than my eyesight, my heart-sight is blurred.
Yet in the midst is hope. Blurred vision is still vision. It’s trying to adjust.
My heart will soon see through a different lens. Until then, I wait.