I’m familiar now
With the ways space can grow, stall,
Contract, and disappear,
The fluctuating between,
Resting on a fixed covenant,
Resting on Adamant Grace.
We can say, together,
“We don’t have it all together.” and
“We’re together.” and
“We’re holding it together.” and
“He’s holding it together.”
Faulting the colony for the clumsy gait of a (sacrificial) worker.
Trampling the hill for its (beautiful) irregularities.
Now I just need to recognize and release (not analyze) the fear that I’ve chosen to excavate.
Tend to my inner chambers
and heal to
immediate perfection incremental shalom.
Thanks for the post Seth.
I don’t mind my own business.
I mind my own business.
suspicion is an occludent, graying choice of distending consequence and concrete damnage