Stillness
Is a practice
I’m still learning
Mind
And Body
Aligned
With my
Creator
Pink nails
Red toes
Picking yellow flowers
While honing in
On nearby
Baby’s breath
And my feet
Get lost
In nature’s aroma
The simple pleasure
Is often
The best one
Lord
This morning
I’m speechless
In awe
That a broken
Sin-filled soul
Is given
Hope
Again and again
In each moment
Despite the fact
That I don’t
Merit it
At all
The boat’s wake
Looking back
Clean lines
What once was
Now distant memories
Etched indelibly
Forevermore