by Lori Wall-Holloway

Your hand stretches
out to me with a simple
“Come”
But I turn to say, “Soon, let
me finish this or that”

Yet when my life
does not go well
I immediately
rush to You 

Now I stop to learn 
the importance
of sitting before 
You and being still
I recognize the need
to turn towards 
You when my days
are going right
and not just when
everything is wrong

A wife, mother and proud grandmother, Lori Wall-Holloway resides in Pasadena, California, where her poetry appears in several of the area’s anthologies. She enjoys capturing moments in the lives of those she loves and hopes her work will give encouragement to subsequent generations.