God
slows me down
To
listen to birds.
To
watch them hop and peck
And
drill and perch and soar.
To
hear them twit and
Chirrup
and cheet.
No
plan. Just enjoyment.
God
stops my good-deeding
To
rest on the porch
And
hear the lovely practice notes
Of
the girl in the orange shirt
Waiting
for her violin lesson;
Sweet
tones, unexpected delight,
Mingling
with bird songs.
Red-headed
woodpecker and
Stout-billed
cardinal and
Blue-winged
jay bird and
Soft
tan mourning dove.
They
were outside my closed window
All
along.
Why
do I strive to seek, to find,
And
not to yield,
But
He stops me?
My
inner pulse beats
.
do . not . go . gentle .
But
He whispers
~~Rest~~
With
an inward heart Ulysses
But
an outer shell Telemachus,
I
have no choice.
He
is stronger than I.
Rest
til I receive
Or
wrestle til I faint.
His
purposes are high,
I
cannot contain them –
Violins
and bird songs.
“All the earth bows down to You,
They sing praise to You,
They sing praise to your Name.”
--Psalm 66:4
-ldm
5/7/17
