The Way It Is
William Stafford
There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.
Pray: I Believe
I believe
You are real
though
I cannot
see You.
I believe
You are near
though
I cannot
sense You.
I believe
You care for me
though
I cannot
feel You.
Draw me closer
so that I may
see You,
feel Your presence,
sense Your love.
I believe,
Help my unbelief.
