Early Weekend–Take me Away

Stitching together my Sabbaths in chunks of time, because that is all I have in the midst of our current remodeling project, and reading God in the Yard by LL Barkat (TSPoetry Press), I was moved to write this as I sat down outside the other day.

Father, thank you that in the midst of cardboard
containers stacked in front of me at every turn,
in the face of holes in the wall
left by switching wires and cables 
and things that must be plugged in,
paperwork crammed in a basket out of my reach….
that I MUST 
get away
to be with you,
rather than face the fixing.

I must.

It is in these times of finding you,
your peace, your voice to me
like a spring of water 
oozing life in little sips
when I need it, soaking the rest of my days;
this–this is what has sustained me,
kept my head (and my heart) 
in the right place instead of 
just freaking out.

I can see why Jesus,
in the face of needy, broken, 
messy multitudes,
did NOT stand
there and try to DO
something,
but instead stole time away 
to be with you, 
filling him with power 
by changing his perspective.

I’m listening…..how about you?
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