I’ve nothing new to brood about; admittedly I think too much.
It may simply be anxiety that builds a weight within.
Yes, I too often wander off, consumed with petty stuff and such;
But that’s what it often takes to awaken me to Him.
On days my eyes are blurry, when I’m deceived by one less sense,
I catch the blossoms’ scent wafting through my kitchen door;
Drawing me outside myself – Child, meet me at the fence!
Softly reassuring me – I am listening. Tell me more…