Dear Lord
He who stands still to listen
who puts aside, sits still, to listen
who sifts the chaff from the kernel
turns silver to gold,

Blessed Lord!
who has even been with me on my darkest shame,
to find the kernel of truth and feeble effort
in the struggle to stay sane.

I petition you Lord!

Help me put an end to this lethargy!

Come home to Me, mother,
put it off no longer,
see Me in the least of My duties
find us, safe, and come home
We are waiting
We miss you.

Amen