Meet Me at the Fence

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…