Watchfulness Poem by Amanda May Moore

Luke 12: 35-48

door is locked
because it is late
but I sit here and
eagerly await

the lights are on
I'm wide awake
for Your arrival
my eyes do ache

embers smolder
I add another piece
keeping the fire
from growing older
we keep alive

so that when You
do arrive, this fire
You've started in me
will undoubtedly thrive

just as I do not know
when a thief may strike,
Your return remains unrevealed.

I do not know what of me
You'll like and what You'll dislike;
of the two I'll keep watch.
prayerfully keep allowing
my fire to have life, Lord.
I remain awake,
watchfully awaiting You.