Another day, another frustration... What seems to be new? I feel as though i'm slowing down to a hault, and unable to compose myself and finish. I'm waiting for the next thing to sweep in and push me on my way, but instead I am still. I set, I wait. What's new? I'm not unhappy and I'm not dead; I'm just stopped. Maybe that's God's plan- to learn the secret of being content. Not a fun lesson to learn, but a necessary one.
I'm still, yet restless when push comes to shove. I will wait, yet i admit it is tiring. Quietness is all that consumes me- yet the quiet moves so massive- like the World moves yet not a sound is heard. We shall See- bring it on; i'll be still, i'll wait.
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