Maybe it’s enough

Lord, You say not to be anxious, but I personify anxiety.

You beckon me to cast my cares, but I hold them to me like cherished memories.

You tell me to rest, but I busy myself in absent-minded worry.

You made the world, the grass, the trees, the air, the leaves.

And I string words together, trying to capture Your creativity.

Maybe it’s that You want me to sit beneath a tree.

To marvel at Your world, to feel the grass, to breathe in autumn.

Maybe it’s that You renew me when I stop striving for personal rejuvenation.

Maybe it’s enough to slow down enough to hear Your peace.

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