Workman

Five Eight Two hundred
the man climbs the ladder
he looks down, sighs.
climbs on, till hand meets steel
hands move, heart beats,
never known his fear.

she stares, cold and sharp
across the stage, keyed.
notices her glance,
hands whirl, heart races.
she turns, glance back
climbs down, hands white.

he bends, tools free
turning, the stage empty
gone, like spotlights at dawn.
fleeing from his gaze,
darting glances, shivers
no feeling remains.

staring, stage blank,
dare he pursue?
turning, tools rise.
panting, kneeling, wondering
head twists, hands clasp,
not Man enough.

Confusion

you do not know agony,
really feel sympathy,
know its intensity,
Love like security

who really reacts,
cold and collected,
when love comes,
Enter the scene

given a thought,
returned to void,
laughing if,
Nothing is wrong

where to go,
people talking,
hearts beating on,
Enter sanity.

Waiting?

Are you willing to wait?
Patient for your Rebekah?

Are you willing to stand?
Trusting your Savior?
Impatient and determined,
to dodge the Father's plan
When will you see?

The plan is set,
the path is laid
he has a plan
He knows her name

Are you willing to wait?
Patient for your Rebekah?

You know her name?
Really? Omniscient?
How do you know?
Isaac, really?
He knows her name