"Melancholy" (after Akiane)

I stand alone on the rise,

Sun-bleached grasses,

My easel, paints, and brush

All I see.

What in the world

Is worth painting here

Or anywhere?

All under the sun is fading;

The green leeched

From the grass.

Fair clouds breeze open

For sun to stand trial.

Rich rays touch grass golden,

Bring butterweed,

Blue cornflower to light.

Radiance restored.

Case closed.

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Noise

Clutter is noise to the eye A cacophony of chaos That distracts Forces lids shut Like hands over ears Desperate for focus nowhere Yet everywhere to be found Too many choices Eyes need a place to land Clean up clutter Clear view Clear mind Find peace Breathe deep See clear

No Worry Anymore

I don’t want to worry anymore. Don’t want to fear the phone call, the bill, arriving unexpected by mail, the month left at the end of the money, the unseen predator, the crisis not mine, but mine to fix or forever wonder if my two mites could have made the difference after all, at last, the natural disaster, the unnatural disaster caused by consequences unintended, unforeseen. I don’t want to worry about any thing, any more. And so, I give all of this worry unworthy to You Who sees only and all real threats to me coming, no surprise, no problem, only gracious provision preprepared . * * * I wrote this post for the Five-Minute Friday Link-Up. Click here to read other writers' posts on today's prompt: anymore . Photo by Artem Kovalev on Unsplash

But

I am trusting God to provide the money, the time, the health— every resource I find so necessary, but if He does not, He is enough. He will always be enough because He is the reason for my being. He created me for Him, to worship Him through all eternity which begins right now, which began when I first knew Him back then at six. But for now, I am here, asking for needs to be met— trusting, waiting, trying, working— all in His presence. If nothing comes of it, He is here. He is there. He is God, and I’m His child. All is well.

Janet Benlien Reeves

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