Under suspended pine needles it is peaceful.
Immersed in thick humid summer air I wait.
I welcome God to speak, my heart to listen,
to become a bit more aware again.
This unyielding force pushing us to more
is not about us at all,
rather we are the fruit, the expression,
the smallest component of the whole.
Yet we have a choice,
we have the option to resist…or not.
I choose not oh Loving God.
I choose not.