As we sit conversing
On this early morning
Watching the light paint
The tall birch tree
My spirits are lifted
The brush of God for sure
The coffee’s aroma
Arouses my sense of need
To accomplish something large
Rather than waste my day
In some mundane way
What am I going to do?
I point upward
I read “Jesus Calling”
He speaks in the first person
“Don’t forget My presence”
When I dwell on this I will discern
Easily the things I have to do
The path unfolds before me
When day is done I look back
How did I manage all of that?
The birch tree is still lit
This time from the west
Stanski
November 2, 2020 ^
Steve Haarman 