trying to concoct a memorable phrase,
stringing words together in a delicate fashion
is difficult.
because most days i feel like i haven't got much to say
and other days i'm more caught up with doing
than stopping, to reflect.
most days are a blur,
and i always thought of meditation
as those times when we stand still,
letting things spin and whirl around us.
so that God, from heaven,
looks down and sees us,
still, quiet, waiting
rather than a blur of speed and noise,
of excess and confusion.
so wait.
stop.
breathe.
maybe then we'll see
what we were meant to be.
selahyou
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