sometimes I feel the flowers bursting up around me
sometimes the clouds weigh in with their sighs, overcrowding
every thought and every thing 
again
I am doubting what I knew with full certainty when the flowers stood around me
the sun hides its face
the weight falls suddenly
suddenly I forget 

guilt—shame—or anxiety,
it is somewhere in the clouds
the Son
though I can’t see Him
is somewhere in the clouds,
somewhere, in my midst

some days I do not smile
some days I cannot choose
to do this or to do that
some days I want to hide
some days I want to sing

sometimes it is heavy
every day,
there He is.