Thursday, September 12, 2019

A POEM ABOUT A PSALM ABOUT CREATION

THE POWER OF CHOICE.

On many an evening, in the silence well after midnight, but well before the dawn, my spirit wakes me. Then, I have a choice to make. To return to my slumber, or to make time.

More often than not, I choose to make time in the still of the night.  In this most intimate moment it is my choice where to put my attention.

I choose -- Not the TV. Not the telephone.  Not my customers. Not my friends and family. Not even my animals, they sleep too. This is my time to do as I choose.

ALL is quite. All except my mind and spirit. In the quiet I can hear. I choose whether to listen to my mind or my spirit. I choose my muse.

Psalm 104 Verse 34: Let my muse be sweet unto him; as for me, I will rejoice in the LORD.

Then I return to my slumber, more rested. Glory to God's choices.