Monday, July 4, 2022


 In my deep exhales, as I erase the fears creeping up, I remember the promise. The promise that says every day I am here. I don’t make myself known. I’m in the shadows. I’m watching and waiting to see when and where I fit. I fill your cup as needed. I’m on the unsteady, choppy waters.  I’m in the waiting room. I’m in the food you eat, the water you drink. I’m in the trips you take and the decisions you make. 

In the world

I May be dismayed

But with You

At the helm

I’m restored

For with faith

Earth bows

Down to its Maker