The Yuiguirro

This is a poem I wrote a few months ago... still in the process of writing, but thought I'd share it...
(The yiguirro is Costa Rica's national bird. It sings for only about 3 months of the year. When it sings, it sings its heart out from before dawn until evening.)

There are times I am too tired to even desire
   nothing left inside to be refreshed.
Can fatigue annihilate that which used to be
   that resilience which has so often saved me from collapse?

I awake and hear the yiguirro and look at the clock.
   3:30AM.
I try hard to offer understanding to this
  plain-looking, time-impaired bird
  with a lovely, yet loud, monotonous song.

Sadly, the yiguirro no longer nests in my mind as the national bird
  but as an alarm sounding relentless, exhausting pain.
"Not even sleep will give you a break,"
   he chirps cheerfully.

Delayed or Different Answers to Prayer

"Delayed [or different than hoped for] answers to prayer are not only trials of faith, but they give us opportunities of honoring God by our steadfast confidence in Him under apparent repulses." - Spurgeon

Long Time, No Post - Foolish Things - Even Now

I will be brief for now... I haven't been able to figure out some blogspot changes that had me scratching my head as to how to post! But, I've got it figured out now and hope to begin posting some of the things I'm going through and the thoughts that provokes... just in case anyone is interested!

Here's lyrics my team mate Jimmy sent... spoke to me this morning.

Trouble came
Broke your door
Crushed your name
Robbed you poor

You feel He’s gone
Or fast asleep
All’s gone wrong
You’re in too deep

He hasn’t left you out to dry
Even Now
You haven’t left
His watching eye
Even Now
So children sing it when you don’t see how
My Father’s worthy of my hope
Even now

The feeling’s gone
You’re wondering
If you heard Him wrong
If he’s listening

The same old fear
The same old haze
Is God not here?
Is His hand raised?

Could this be part of any good plan?
Seems to be you’ve fallen out of His hand

When you’re broken, don’t know how to mend
Even Now
When your tunnel’s still dark at the end
Even Now
His children don’t know why but trust their Father’s at their side
So hold His hand -hold up your hope
EVEN NOW