New Song

Bumble bees
bird song
calm morning air,
shaded lawn
open arms
the day is fair.

New song
deeper meaning
holding fast
and letting go.

Focused living
wistful dreaming
wishing for a different tune.

Envy rises
contentment crisis
struggling to hold the view

Lord come hold me
set my mind free
turn my face gently into you.

come home

come home to my arms,
my love,
the place you were created for.
come home to my love,
my love,
and rest your soul tonight.

you were not meant to carry those burdens,
that load belongs to me.
you were not meant to walk alone,
my love,
come rest your soul in me.

come home to my arms,
my love,
and rest your anxious thoughts,
come home to my love,
my love,
and rest your soul tonight.

A Prayer For The Start Of A Busy Day

Morning. Already.

A space for you. You take it all.
Awaken my sleepy spirit,
and make me be aware
at every frantic moment -
even if my thoughts don't say, "God,"
your presence is still there.
Breathe you in and breathe you out,
I pray those around
consume you second hand,
then take you deeper as their own.
And when we go home
to end our busy week,
lay our weary bodies down
and ease our minds to sleep.

You're The Tornado

Far away
I've kept you waiting
Hand held out
I've hesitated
You're too deep
in thickened mire
distractions ease
and digging tires
so I avoid you
and get lost in survival
I hardly hear
your whispered reminders
eventually you blur from view.

Far away
I sink down further
and what I ignore
never goes away.
You're the tornado that
kicks all the pain up
when all I want
is your sheltering wings.

Wretched - I make myself miserable.
Too many demands on me -
I revolt,
rebel.

Embittered - I feel sorry for myself.
Always in such a frenzy -
I lash out,
angered.

Overwhelmed - worried I'll drop the ball.
Tight fisted and grasping for control -
I am anxious,
afraid.

Along The Long Way

Flying solo in Red Lion.
Going loco in Red Lion.
Anxiety, fear, and doubt -
I need you, Lord
to help me out.
Tangible ways and detailed ways,
be my Hero and come through.
You always say,
"This too shall pass."
And in looking back
I will see how much I grew
along the long way.
But not before I pass through
the place where I may not see you.

Grey Saturday

Non-descript
echoing laughter
reaches me
through cold
winds

Clip clop
second hand
'round the clock
the needle
hops

heat through
the register
hums this little
house to
life

Grey day
this Saturday
waiting for
husband's slow
return