Focus

 Foggy before

Morning light

Lifting as

Sun meets

Countenance

Much like

Anxiety

Exits the body

As nature

Becomes the

Focus

These days

 Trust

Don’t rush

Seems to

Be the

Motto

These days

questions

 What is making you smile?

What is bringing you joy?

What is your hope?

You

New mercies

Christ

creation

 Early morning light

Feet meeting gravel

Each step crunching

Said rock further

As I commune

With You

And Your creation

Search

 Search me

Rid me

Of my

Anxiety

And lead me

Into

A peaceful existence 

peace

 Peace 

Wash over me

Like a steady downpour 

On an 

August day

Peace

 Please peace

Find me

And stay

Awhile