Sonnet

Each morning he wakes me to hear.
To listen like a disciple.
I pray that he opens my ear.
That I can seek to be one of his people.

But honestly, did I, do I turn my back to those who strike me.
Do I like the prophet cover my face against insult.
No I act like so many members of my family have done and act like a Leigh.
I am resentful and don’t act like a mature adult.

Only if the Lord comes to my help and aid.
Will I be untouched by insults.
But I must have prayed.
On my own, I could barely have achieved any results.

During many a long night, I do not hear his voice.
But I will persevere, I have made my choice.

Haiku

During the long nights
I hardly hear his voice at all
But I persevere