Lord,
Slow and steady
Is not a bad thing
It is a process
For everything
In life
And I’m late
To the party
No more
I’m taking
Your pace
And making it
My own
Lord,
Slow and steady
Is not a bad thing
It is a process
For everything
In life
And I’m late
To the party
No more
I’m taking
Your pace
And making it
My own
White
Adirondack chair
My place
For a few hours
As I bask
In doing
Absolutely nothing
Except
Staring out
At nature’s beauty
With an awareness
That to find oneself
I must immerse myself
In natural wonders
May I never
Lose sight
That splendor
Is anywhere
I’m willing
To look
Lord
Regine
Is here
Requesting
Your Presence
As if
You’ve ever left
My frustration
Is at the brim
I’m tamping
It down
Because anger
Does nothing
To resolve
What causes
My issue
As I stare out
At the majestic mountains
I’m an infinitesimal being
In a world
Too amazing
For my mind
To comprehend
And yet
I’m always humbled
By the reminder
That I’m not
Alone in
My anguish
Or suffering
It’s a part
Of the plan
The divine purpose
Of why I live
In spite
Of my own
Protestations