A prayer, of sorts.

Alone. Able to hear you. Able to stop and watch for you. To breathe deep. To relax. My head fills and I see clearly again. The days are a blur. Tasks, responsibilities, should have's & could have's, Fixin' to's and don't forget this! What's so urgent that I'd forget what's most important? Apparently anything. Everything. Fill up on gas, return this, buy this, eat, sweep, don't miss Ellen, give Kyle a break, lend an ear to a friend, lend a hand to another, cook, dress appropriately, don't be late... ... ... and it never stops. Until you just make the choice to. To see the leaves changing color. The hear the wind or feel the road beneath your feet. And time is suddenly for me, not against me. And I am for you not against you and you pull me nearer to you when I give you that moment. And my heart beats with the heavens in the silence. Whether I stop thinking about where I'm going in the car to notice what's out the window or I find an open field and go there-- you are in whatever place I search for you, God. If only remembering to look wasn't something I had to remember at all.