When you’re depressed
By the
Sunshine
When you’re scrolling past
Other people’s
Baby announcements
When you’re called out
For missing
A deadline
When you’re given news
You never
Asked for
When you’re wrung out
Of tears
Like a rag
God provides the words.
Like bread on the doorstep.
Like two Ben Franklins over the phone.
Like the basement in the middle of town.
Like the painted rock in the woods.
Like the fleas in Ravensbrück.
Like the swapped door prize.
Like the library book before my eyes.
God
Provides.
