the day seems too long and yet gone in an instant
my heart feels hard
but fragile
brittle enough to open far too easily
leaking passion
What do I do with a wheel fixed in place?
There is something calling to me
I can't sense the direction
the wind swirls and jumbles
but I know the Source
I have promised to listen
to follow
to obey
No I am not good at waiting
as my old wood splinters
wobbles and creaks
trying to find beauty there
as rust fills in the cracks
3 comments:
Oh, friend..."a wheel fixed in place." I know this feeling, this place. Grace on you.
Glad I made my way over from emily's/imperfect prose. May you find beauty in the stillness, today.
the waiting is not easy....and feeling the rust creep in...keep your cart ready for tomorrow may be the day you know...
Rust in the cracks...I Love your word pictures.
Blessings to you,
Alida
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