I awake
to anxious thoughts.
A fitful sleep
stirring
unwanted images.
Where are you God?
Why this?. . .again!
I wanted
peace today.
I busy myself
searching for calm.
I listen for words
to quiet the voices.
Nothing fits.
Nothing works.
Until. . .
I sit next
to the Bonsai.
Delicate branches
whisper to me
of the gentle soul
that tends
its growth.
A ceramic deer
resting in the moss
gazes
past my layers
into my heart.
Oh, you ARE here God!
I almost forgot
to look
at the familiar
for a glimpse
of the extraordinary.
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