The ALS hours
In the Early morning hour I sit alone quietLy. Hoping, praying I hear your voice. I sit alone . . . And pray and . . . Wait..
Now and then, a tear runs down my cheek
Being ‘still’, I listen Lord, there’s nothing here to hear, my beloved’s asleep . . near me . . . in our bed
I could wake her but she needs her sleep instead
So I sit here in my chair without speaking, continuing to listen
… praying I’ll hear your quiet voice . . . if only in my head
Morning by morning, I wait for You.
Knowing what’s coming – that in days to come, I’ll be trapped inside my helpless body, unable to speak,
It was not too long ago, I cried and heard You speak . .. .. You promised me, that when I’m at that desperate place . . . “we’ll talk.”
I’m wondering Lord . . . why can we not start now?
I love you so!