Living

We pass by

In the shadows

And as the day turns to night,

And the night again to day

Today, we say, we will be what we do.

And what will we do?

And what if, for even a breathe,

We could see ourselves as God does

Not built on our accomplishments

But in His image 

Beautiful by design

Broken by the world

Broken, beautiful, and just

Living. 

Illness

I am a live,

And for why?

For what minutes, seconds, days, of lives of trees are we here 

And if, knowing that we do not know,

Do we not just bend down.

Do we not throw our hands out and cry to the heavens and to the fields

That though we do not know, 

We are alive. A life, watching the water flow over the rocks

Watching the sun fold under the forest. 

Watching the seasons change. Feeling. 

Feeling God. Feeling everything.

Never knowing. But wanting to. 

Lost and found

Where do we find intention. And what does it mean to be intentional. To have good intentions. For me, it's no more than trying to get a few more ducks in the row, every day. Regardless of external expectation or judgment. Where I should be by now, or how far I have to go.

I try and breathe. I settle into the relativity of all things.

I thank God, no matter what.

And I check one more thing off the list.