God
This life is torturous.
It's a fight for control.
A loss of control.
A fight to regain control.
A loss of control.
A fight to get it back.
Another fight to keep it.
How much of this is natural?
How much of this do you like to see?
How much of this makes you
Shake your head?
How much of this makes
Your disappointed tears fall down
Onto me as I'm once again Unsure.
Are You the warning shiver of hesitation that goes thru me ?
Are You the joyful security that
fills me
When I just do the thing
I'm not sure about ?
Or is that small undercurrent of guilt Your voice telling me No?
I don't always recognize Your voice.
I don't.
But what I do recognize is You.
Your Unchanging hand holding up
the violet sky of almost-darkness
You sending the softest wind through the tiny-leafed trees
Your artist work in the new greenness of everything growing
Your love emanating from
the warm glowing sun at midday.
If I can recognize You in
so many things around me,
Why do I not instantly know You in me ?
Be still and know... psalm 46.10
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