Sometimes we wonder
Why we keep calling the same number
When the telephone rings
Until we return the phone to the receiver
Our Father will answer
And laugh as He says
“I’ve been waiting for your call all week”
I recognize that “Until we return the phone to the receiver” calls out my age and the year this poem was written.
I cannot pretend to know or understand what your experiences have been. If you connected with this poem, the comments section is for you to share your thoughts and/or experiences. I am grateful to anyone that chooses to share – I make that space for you. Thank you for taking the time to read this poem today.