The stream of consciousness flows
around rocks and fallen trees,
looking at first
for the path of least resistance
but over time
creating new pathways.
Every now and then
we get caught
in whirlpools,
spinning in what ifs,
chasing our tails
until we find our way
back to the stream
and the journey continues
with more questions.
God, give us peace
to rest in quiet pools,
basking in the golden sun
of Indian summer.
Help us let go,
to breathe
the breath
of your love…
…until we hear a whisper.
A still small voice
guides us forward
to the next adventure.
This post was inspired by Harlon at http://apatientvoice.com/
I started it a while back, and then put it aside to marinate.
Questions swirl around my life lately.
Adventure comes!
(The second and fourth images are from pixabay. The first and third are from me.)
