My mind constantly plays over and over again
all that I must do
my life is but a checklist
of the next meaningless thing I must do
no clear vision just the next agenda
a life of plan and order
unable to focus on one
so I attempt to do all
How can I hear the small still voice
when my life is so cluttered
by the noise of what must be done
Frustrated with the box I created
to lost to step out of it
How will I arrive if
I never step out
to busy trimming the roses
to stop and smell them
to busy planning the future
to appreciate the present
to busy taking steps
to know that I am lost
I must move and do
no time to stop and think
Where I go doesn’t matter
as long as I’m going
that’s the lie I tell myself
to keep on moving
To stand, be still, and reflect
is simply too hard for me to do
In silence everything becomes real
The anger, frustration, and sadness
seeps its way in
Going through the motions
will no longer do
I must stand and be still
to hear from you
The author of my life
the finisher of my faith
the one above all
My first and true love
The one that no distraction is above
I embrace the unsettling that
silence and stillness brings
I accept I don’t know what
my next step should be
I let go of how I think
my story should go
and let you write
the true character of me