“This is Not a Recording”

This is Not a Recording

He is waiting for my response.
I heard His call as a faint echo
vibrant and sweet
dimmed by the clang and clamor
in my life.

He is waiting for my acknowledgment.
I have no quiet in my life
to compose myself
concentrate on His words
and form a reply.

He is waiting for my answer.
I am not sure how I can give it.
I am stretched thin, the laundry piled up
dishes in the sink
a meeting at my son’s school this pm.

He is waiting for my life.
I am halted, one foot astride mid-air.
A gentle whisper loud and clear
penetrates—
I stumble at His feet.

c.Darlene Moore Berg

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