My basket is full,
my cup overflows,
my head
and heart
are pounding
with infomation,
emotion,
overload,
there is so much need,
always so much need...
I could drown,
I could give up,
I could fight
to remain afloat,
turning and turning
as demand, after
demand
jostles for attention
crowding and claiming
a right to be
heard,
for space,
for direction,
for resolution...
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but I choose none of these,
I choose to step away,
to draw aside
into the silence,
I choose to find the heartbeat
of God's creative
restoring flow,
and I will rest here until
she sends me out,
ready
for a new day
once again...
