creation

 Be still

He says

Ironic the

Only way

That happens 

Is when

I’m surrounded 

By creation 

april

 No joke

April is here

To welcome us

With goodness

And grace

Hello my friend

Be good 

To us

Path

 March

You were 

A month

That tested

Everything in me

April

I don’t know

What even

To ask

Be still

My heart

As I 

Walk along

A path

Unfamiliar

To me

Thoughts

 In the swells

Lashing uneven terrain

Peace is found

For perfection

Is not present

In the Presence

Of hardship

Cracks splinter

When exhaustion

Supplants the 

Need to be

A producer

Yet the need

Is in the

Hands of

Lowly and

Forgotten consumers

Who have nothing

To gain

But a quiet afternoon

Where commentary

Isn’t desired

It’s mission

Is simply being

One with self

And the thoughts

Thought

To be long buried

How wrong

Human

What isn’t met

Returns

To sender

Man

 Nobody is

Coming to 

Save you

The bottom

The valley

Will show

You 

Your sin

Without regard

For your feelings

Life laughs

At those

Darwin

Had it right

And Jesus

Demands

That I care

For the temple

Mine

Love 

Peace

Strength

Perspective

From a very

Smart man

Today

 On the agenda today

Eat 

Stretch

Drink tea

Online browsing

Read

What’s on yours?

Thoughts

 A friend asked one simple question.  Care to make a guess what it is?  Any ideas?  Why is surrender so hard?  One day this week I was on top on the world, the next I felt upended. I’m very impatient. I don’t like waiting. I want the answers now. As if having the answers will make me feel better. Have the roadmap. Wanting to see if the dreams I’ve held for decades finally come to fruition. 

I don’t know if surrender truly and really is a minute by minute exercise for me. It may very well be.  In the meantime it’s an R and R day as I recover.