I was called by the
morning to sit a space
before the rumble of the day
swallowed silence
To take inventory of the
shelves of my soul
emptied by grasping
hands of yesterday
To breathe the
slow exhale of release
and fill lungs anew,
tendrils of life spreading
throughout my being
To yield to Spirit
restocking today’s strength,
knowing I have no warehouse –
Only the certain hope of
daily deliveries
Written from the @artist.and writing prompt “I was called”
March 25, 2020
“Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow
Great is thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me.”
Photo by Martijn Baudoin on Unsplash
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