The Lemonade STAND

And many sour days seem to
finally stop their swell,
welcoming ready removal from anxiety's hot, tiring hell --

so God's bigness shakes again, rattling circumstance, tossing time as we lose our understanding in mental delays
and an impending yellow haze;

nerves stream smoothly into

citrus healing, squeezed out of bitter beginnings, seeds falling everywhere ...

and then water's refreshing birth makes a cradle -- a pitcher's glass curves, holding it in motherly reserve;

the sediment's waiting potential
slowly shifts

swirling like carousel turns, rocking in clear living lips -- loose and long -- a splashing ride to rest hope upon;

suddenly sugar's stirred in arrival
comes in full -- a scooped savior's substance, and finishing touch,
but trust a concoction simply devised,
trust to stare into small youthful eyes?

suck in and exhale -- fight
for what's wise

there is no need to create debate or seek to strategize,
as God's lemonade STAND is simply our faith's most welcome surprise -- a time to refresh battered lives.