Homegrown

For months I wrote all alone on faith
that the readers God wanted would come.
To push this along felt hasty and forced,
so I followed my lonely sun.
Readers will come, and readers will go --
either way, something wants to be said.
So each day I invite myself
to rearrange thoughts in my head.
Even when I feel alone
with poem after poem after poem,
I trust that God will find some souls
meant to carry my words back home.