Hummingbirds

 Good morning

Looking out

The mirror

At the 

Hummingbirds

Soaring

As they

Await

Their next feeding

friday musings

 Some days

It’s hard 

To show up

Here

And lay it

All here

For all

Of humanity 

To see

The depths

Of doubt

Questions

And quiet

Reflections

That permeate

My brain

Trust

 Help me 

To trust

Even as 

Exhaustion

And uncertainty 

Seem to dominate

The narrative

That keeps 

Replaying on loop

Trust You

Enjoy

To not despair

When I fear

But rather

Run to 

The arms

That can handle

My trepidation and unease

Questions

 Good morning. 

What’s on your heart?

What’s bringing you joy?

What’s in your cart?

What is making you smile?

Colombia

A good slice of pizza

Food

A new magazine

Realizing I’m having to find joy in everyday life.  The mundane isn’t ordinary anymore. 

Joy

 May your joy 

Be my own

As I learn

That waiting

Is not

Something

To be detested

Yet savored

For the 

Best

Possible outcome

Presence

 In Your Presence

I must remain

When I don’t 

My soul spirals

And my mind

Just descends

Into places

It has

No business going

own

 May I rest 

In your care

In your strength 

Not my own