I try not to worry
be still and know
that God is not in control
of anything that matters
for less than a little while
and a little while is a very long time
all of my frantic doings
the sunshine allure of new projects,
ever shifting sky of relationships,
burning coals of future desires,
delicate spring flower of health,
flash flood of thought
that wakes me at 2:07AM,
though these may occupy a minute, day, month,
hundred, thousand, or million years,
they are not high priorities
for divine intercession
nor fixed and predetermined,
and to think otherwise is folly
I do not despair
and find purpose
in the ocean of fragile divine freedom to choose
and rejoice
breathing ordinary air unearned
shared by all, yes
even the dust has lungs unseen
and participates in life eternal