How Little

When

Oh, Lord?

Is that any better

to ask than the why?

It’s been too many hours, days

impossible winking

moments

like a cadet

walking out

his march,

straight-faced

against

the man

who never

forgets,

never surrenders,

never let's go.

It's all I ever wanted

for me,

for her,

for him,

to let go

and let You,

to leap

feet first,

heart forward

into the peace

that surpasses

all my understanding.

Which is good,

for how little

I understand.