I am home now.
And instead of a
great-big-sigh-of-relief,
my weary soul
is threatening mutiny.
I have this list
(it's a mile long)
of all the things
that might go wrong.
Actually,
it's my "To Do" List.
But items
one
two
and
three
have all gone wrong,
Creating items
thirty-seven
thirty-eight
and
thirty-nine.
So now I look at my
t w o m i l e l o n g
list-of-all-that-might-go-wrong
and sigh.
I want to live.
I want to write.
I want to enjoy
this day.
A thought occurrs:
Carpe Diem,
Coram Deo
Must include my
messed up,
t w o m i l e l o n g
list-of-all-that-might-go-wrong.
Dear Lord,
I give you this
crazy list.
It's not really
t w o m i l e s l o n g.
I guess I am exaggerating
a little, no, a lot a bit.
Forgive me.
Help me to attack my
list-of-all-that-You-will-do.
Help me rest and trust in You.
Sincerely,
Your Frazzled Little Child
(Who doesn't want to be frazzled any more)