
Twenty four hours
seem sufficient
until they are lived.

At the right time,
as the Scriptures say,
you did all we needed
and more.
But we who count days,
to whom 1,000 years are not
as a day,
often count you late,
or at least ill-timed.
But the Lord is never late,
nor is he early;
he arrives precisely when he means to.
Help us to trust you.
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This one was fun to write, particularly because Gandalf’s line from The Fellowship of the Ring fit nicely near the end.

Following “Don’t Worry” by Mary Oliver
Like Martha, many things
make me anxious, take
my mind down the
most unproductive roads, make time
my enemy. But those things, they
require perspective. Take
a breath, and don’t
forget peace conquers worry.
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Every Friday in November’s poetry challenge was dedicated to a different poetic form, giving us an opportunity to stretch ourselves a bit. The first form was the “Golden Shovel,” from Terrance Hayes. For this form, you take a line from a poem you admire. You then use those words, in order, as the end words for each line of your own poem, crediting the author of the original lines in your own work. For more on this form, and to find links to Hayes’ golden shovel and to the poem that inspired his, see here.