Good Lord, what a mess!
(I think to myself over and over again)
How can so many things be so terribly wrong?
(and again and again and again)
So I lie down and breathe.
(because it is all I can do) I breathe.
And the chattering, the judgment and
the condemnation (yes, especially that)
I lie down and breathe.
And Who I Am is revealed again.
I Am not afraid
I Am alive!
I Am better, bigger, and brighter
than the dark noise of my heart.
Lord, bring me back always to the blessings of
Lord, deliver me from the clanging gongs
of yesterday’s regrets and tomorrow’s anxieties.
©David B. Weber, 2009