Seek.
Through ignoring may the fire
Ignite
Drawing close the dew on the green pasture falls on
My face,
Focusing in I feel a refreshing breath fill
My lungs,
A pause in the present allows a pondering of
The past,
The act of letting go of my unknown
Future and,
Placing it in Your capable control and not in
My hands.
Amidst the pursuit he who has ears let him
Hear.
I listen. I wait.
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