He will cover you with His feathers,
and under His wings you will find refuge;
His faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
(Psalm 91:4, NIV)
In a study room
The socks smell faintly
The coffee strongly
I am distracted
My nails disgusted
With my violent teeth.
And there you are
Surrounded like me, by pages
Calculator ruler rubber shavings
It’s been a long night for you.
You finish the chapter
And you reach for another book.
Among all your economic
Financial statistic blah blah
To me this one looks familiar.
You’ve cracked it open more than halfway,
There’s a lot of red text
I’m guessing you’re in Romans, maybe John.
You don’t turn, shift, speak.
Simply absorb, smile, internally nod
And I think you feel you’ve just lifted a car
With one hand.
I feel like it just fell on me.
There’s that look again – you smile, knowingly.
He loves me, He strengthens me. Do not doubt it.
Oh, how it fills you.
You’re satiated now, you have purpose now.
Having filled your cup, you pack up
Leaving me to my notes and my bubbling coffee
Staring out the barred windows into the black,
Where are your wings now, oh God?