Decisions made in panic,

Often rash

Conditions overwhelming

Impossible to control

Yet some control is needed...

Black as night, quiet, slinking closer.

She is shy, so I don’t watch her.

She must be the one to decide.

Now behind me, to my left.

My gaze forward, as if unaware.

Casually reaching back,

Right hand low and palm up,

I wait.

Thank you for this food we share.

Bless our field, sky, and peaks.

Walk with us along your challenge trail

through stream and mount and meadow deep

That we may become the guides you need.

Thank you, O Lord.

Amen

 

I woke with a line in my head

It could not be escaped

“Walking through fields of green.”