Just breathe

The hustle and rush of everyday life,
morning's mad dash gives way to a blur;
is this really all there is,
what, as a child held so much allure?
I hurry through the day
from first cup of coffee to last yawn at night,
it all becomes indistinct
just a shade of gray nothing now bright.
But now I realize the cause of my dilemma
it is poor vision, a problem with my eyes.
I need to look to God and His beauty
on this alone my joy relies.
To see the world around me in a whole new light;
the flowers, the trees, the sunshine,
to see the birds take flight.
To raise my face to heaven, my spirit to His align.
I drink in His refreshing
His love for me abounds
as I close my eyes
and just listen to the sounds.
The sounds of quiet, the sounds of rest.
The sounds bring peace flooding into my heart.
I take a deep breathe
and again, of Him I feel a part.
This is the day the Lord has made,
the day designed for me
to seek Him and to know Him
and then at peace I'll be.
This I have learned and will truly attest
this adult life of scurry and haste
becomes a beautiful thing
if of His goodness we will just taste.

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