An original poem

I am too busy to pause. To sit in silence. Contemplate my life. The world. The God of love and light.

I am too rushed to find the moment of calm because there is always something racing around the track of to do’s in my head. Bills to pay. Clients to email. Gatherings to plan. People to call. I am too busy.

But the other thing I am is broken. Too broken not to pause. Too broken not to sit in silence. Contemplate my life. The world. The God of light and love. I am too grieved not to find a moment of calm and turn off the hamster wheel in my mind. 

I am floating gently down the river of peace and rest and acceptance and enough. There is no destination except stillness.

[Photo: A moment of stillness captured earlier this week at Convict Lake, just south of Mammoth.]