For You

When the dust of worry spreads a thin layer

of gray across your bedroom floor,

I’ll be there to sweep

until my feet get tired and my back aches.

I’ll fight the weariness

like a seagull fighting a gale.

And when the world gets heavy on your shoulders

and your back begins to give under the weight,

I’ll be there struggling with you

until my bones crack and my joints start to give.

I’ll struggle through the pain and heartache

like a fish swimming against the tide.

And when chaos reigns and green becomes red

and your head is inflated with anger and fear,

I’ll be there pointing towards God,

who can make your burdens light

with the knowledge that everything is temporary

like sand dunes dispersed in the wind. 

Mike Monroe 1/31/17