For today, a poem.

Added on by Skyler Fike.

Regathered

Arise to matins
After night less rest.
Scattered.
Swiftly passing to
Chaos mingling
With spiteful humanness.
A cycle of three; four each.
From this, order awakens,
With frustration,
With laughing,
The humbling of spirits.
So those who come
Should not know we were.
But ever-present is He
From faithful, quiet servitude.
Charged.
Pushed.
Tired.
My soul,
Forced to reconciliation,
In solitude over crowd.
And so served the great pier,
Seated on high post,
Quieted.
Surrounded.
And for a moment--

Regathered.