There are no words to describe what is in my head, what is in my heart. I'm sore from all the cartwheels I've done. Seemingly, there is a tree up close and the forest cannot be seen. I talk as if I want to be figured out, but if I were it would do nothing but break what little has been built. My time is spent pondering what is real and what isn't. I know I can't keep a grip any longer, for then surely, it will be taken away. That is the least of my desires.
Heart, be silent... Mind, be still... Soul, wait.
so hard to wait and be still! i'm proud of you aubs!
ReplyDeleteAmen, my sistah'. As soon as we obsess over something it will likely be taken away. The ironic thing is that it being taken away is usually us (myself included) pushing it away - either by choice or by over-doing it. Heart, be silent...Mind, be still...Soul, wait. It's true. God is in complete control.
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