*sigh* I just lost my whole post. Sadly, I don’t have time to recreate it, so just the poem tonight. It’s one of my favorites, a poem that I recite during difficult and trying times, or when I’m lonely and overwhelmed.

(For background about the poem, this was a nice article)

Time for the Gulls
by Carol Lynn Pearson

It’s time, Father,
For the gulls, I think.

My arms shake
From flailing my field.
I sink,
Broken as the little stalks
Beneath their devouring burden.

I yield it all to you,
Who alone can touch all things.
It’s time, Father,
For the gulls.

I will be still,
And listen for their wings.