THE DAY has been set aside to be still.
Time to not hustle around, producing.
Not chase cars through traffic in a game of Simon says,
urgently attempting to satisfy the urgent.
Quiet the mind, in hopes of silencing the noise.
Open the mind, to steer the heart towards creative fruit.
All my senses Lord, use all of my senses;
Breeze brushing my hair across my face,
sights of butterflies and deeply twisted roots cascading through the ground.
The smell of lavender inviting calm,
hear the whisper and important sounds, heeded more loudly than voices found.
Rushing water, whistling trees,
inviting me to sit by them and leave the distractions behind.
Let this time Lord, be about touching butterflies and blossoming dreams.