in the weeds

 Picking weeds

In the mist

Is a whole level

Of worship

With the Creator

My soul is tired

My mind clear

Farming

Back breaking

But soul cleansing

Birthday

 Thank you for all the birthday wishes. I appreciate it. Happy Sunday. 

the chance

 As I embark

On another

Birthday today

I’m grateful 

For a life

I could have

Never dreamed

I’d have

I still 

Don’t have 

All I want

But as

Long as

I’m alive

I have the

Opportunity

To chase

The chance

That way

 What are you 

Up to 

Lord

I’ve not 

A clue

And sometimes

I think

You like

It that way

the privilege

 A privilege

To be

So loved

By you

And I 

Can’t count

The ways

In which

You continue

To show

Your Presence

Even as

I’m consumed

By worries

You’re keenly 

Aware of

Redirect my 

Tired soul

And give me

Beauty

Replacing

The struggle

With only

A peace

That belongs to

You

The Holy One

O Merciful One

Visit me

And give me

What I need

Even as 

I resist

Every day

It seems

Good morning

 Good morning

Have a lovely day 

My friends

Sending hugs

And smiles

Across the miles

measure

 Sometimes joy

Is a bowl

Of your 

Favorite childhood cereal

On a 

July morning

Where you crave

Comfort

And nostalgia

In equal measure