Look at the birds of the air . . .
I am not able
– it turns out –
to influence the machinations
of this world
through my state of disquietude
no matter how strong
that state might be
So I must relearn to breathe
to release
to try to control only
that which is mine to
have even the illusion
of control
I need to accept
the reality of things
as unreal as I might
find them
I must disconnect and
find the virtues of a simplicity
I’ve not known
since my earliest years
Anything else is futility
Sanctuary is in the straightforward
– – – – –
Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Matthew 6:26, NIV
