Pesky Emotions and Shalom

Pesky Emotions Enter My Rest, the Book of Hebrews said. Hosanna, I said. I love peace and shalom; then, sometimes, I am so alone Hours in praise and song ... felt the touch of the Spirit Wished we might go on and on; but then, Should I not eat? You know this: for no reason, out of season A restlessness possesses one’s soul: nothing is wrong But a gnawing sense of not being better, not loving all – Most of all, not truly forgiving; wrinkled faces recalled From tombstones laid down decades ago. Who moved? Was it God? Perhaps it was my deceased father ... (But he had been cremated; I flew to his country that February) Was it my mother, my grandfathers, or my adorable grandmother? So much love, so much hurt, so much wealth, and now poverty .... © Anil Deo, 03272017