Save me, O God,
for I am a woman out of time.
I step out in the sun,
and end up running in the rain.
There is no one to dry my eye;
my calls go all to voicemail;
there is no train that I can catch
to take me home.
But You, O God, created time;
You only are the author of my days.
As a chiropractor adjusts the spine
of one bent out of joint,
bend my time back to the moment
when You are ever present,
and let it be now.
About Rosalind C Hughes
Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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