One goes inward, following into prayer,
Another goes wandering, tendering, discovering,
Falling down a rabbit hole, into a real land,
Alone amongst the many, tiny minds loving the gain,
The body grows in remembering, the Holy Spirit a living plan,
The creek we once drank from, became a nurturing span,
The sea colliding with the sky, an uproar silent in demand,
All above, all below, blind and dumbfounded,
Leave it be,
Peace be quiet,
Peace be still,
Peace lay us down unkowing within God’s hand,