Un-nerving

{Matthew 6:25-34}

Time is flying by, without a moment of pause for a sigh
Inklings emerge: concerns, reservations, questions
Am I a forerunner?
Am I a grace-bearer?
Am I a reflection of something Excellent?

Purpose, goals, murmurs, and tolls
Am I passing by alright?
Or am I just a momentary fleeting thought?
Where am I heading?
Who am I?
What am I doing? And how?

Question after question
Concern after concern
Like a billion tons on my tender chest
Making its mark, making its press

Then, as in a flash, I remembered
The glorious patterns that dance with delight
The soft glows that drip with sweet perfumes
The whimsical shapes and textures and curves
The rip-rip-rippidy sounds of creatures in the morning mist
Taking flight, above and out of the abyss
These must be those of which You take care of
Gladly

Honeysuckles, razor blade grass, and young saplings
They are more beautiful than the most envied dress
They are more radiant than embroidered gowns
The are a reflection of Your easy yoke
That You've freely given to me
Here, I rest in the palm and branch of Your purpose
Between and beneath Your glory