Let Nature, Let Go, Let God

 
In my disinterest to travel and roam,
And locked up inside and between, alone;
 
Disabilities within my own head
Keep me from setting foot outside of home
 
I rail in my chair, I sweat from the dread.
The nights are no better, tossing in bed.
 
Try not to think that I wish I were dead.
Attempt to be what I should be instead.
 
For rainy days and weeks, the sun and moon,
All rise and setting, and always too soon.
 
I watch the window, the shadows that cast,
And hear the wind blow, but seasons don't last.
 
When fingers of sleep at last touch my brow,
Instead of a dream, I hear Him somehow.
 
It's not of a voice we've all heard before,
That seems to slip underneath my front door.
 
It starts with a touch, a word to receive,
Laying myself back with eyes closed: "Believe."