Consolation

As my chest rips open again
I beg You to hold me
closer
than you've ever held me
before,
because this sort of confusion
and unrest has never been so
potent.
And you lull me to sleep again
promising
that everything will make sense
in Your time.
You tell me it's not I that has to
see,
not I that has to be
changed,
but it is I that has to
trust.

Trust,
that You are good.