PERHAPS

Perhaps God will act on my behalf

With man after man taking my innocence how am I supposed to be at peace with love?

The most unsuspecting friend will be the subject of my wrath

Do I know how to take an olive branch from a dove?

Why am I even here?

I am a broken, broken woman yearning to reach out to broken hearts

How effective can my paltry overtures be?

Like a crippled woman trying to dance the arts?

Yet perhaps God will act on my behalf

The last person this can be about is me

He gave Aaron to Moses and you almost just have to laugh

At the things God can see I may never see

Perhaps this humble servant can be obedient

Perhaps God has a grander plan

Perhaps not comprehensible when I am heeding it

Perhaps this is why He is God and I am woman

Perhaps God will act on the behalf of all of us

Truly what are we, besides agents of change?

It may be just a matter of trust

Rather than something we can measure or gague

Perhaps, oh, perhaps HE WILL

If only we are still.