until the morning comes

they say there are times
when all you can do is pray

i think sometimes
all He expects is that i weep

and in my tears God sees me praying

calling out to Him
as the humanness around me fails
and tosses me into emptiness

these pleas for help
fall out of my eyes
and into His welcoming lap

He does not dry my face
or ask me to stop crying
just simply scoops up my prayers

cherishing what He gathers, this brokenness

and we sit together
in the wetness, in the darkness
we sit together until the tears stop falling
we sit together praying, until the morning comes