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.