So what if I am too tired,
too busy, too foggy, too muddled by details
that keep spilling over the edge of my lists and days
like an overstuffed laundry hamper spilling out onto floors that I wish
I could clear and clean and freeze that way.
And what if the nights aren’t strong enough to hold me at rest,
if the mornings smack hard of hurry and go
and if the money that I feel I must need won’t happen unless
I go faster and harder and better and more?
What if everything is just exactly as harsh and unrelenting
and jagged and disappointing as it sometimes seems.
Where do I go with that thought?
Inside, to the center of the place where I only ever need to be,
where dwells a living Love who whispers truth
over all these facts pretending to be real,
over the barbed wire thinking that I sometimes painful feel
and here my heart collapses grateful into the friendly, worn, overstuffed chair
of arms that hold me firm inside a living rest
like a fountain pulled around me tender,
making dry bones live again.
I can rethink the messy stuff of living….it just is what it is.
And I’m free to love it all and thrive
just exactly as I am
I love peace.
“Don’t believe everything you think.”