may the wind take your troubles away

As I sit in the full morning sun, I look at the woodpile with questions fit for a lifetime. I wonder why my soul wants to wander. A butterfly brushes past me and I know life is wonderful.

Birds squawk all around me and the cicadas sing of the dew drying. My dog sniffs what has happened in the night. I am torn and worn, tired of this dance. I am saddened that my contentment is fleeing when I am obliged to pick up my day. 

Let my heavy heart of things I've not done be like wind, rising to You. I am grateful, remind me of this. I am all of this nature, remind of this. I am where I need to be, forever finding You when I least expect it. Burn these burdens like this woodpile.

july millionth

we decided it a million times

we'll sell all that we own and move

we'll live like travelers and focus on what matters

and we both really mean it

i want to think this time it'll stick

we'll set goals and burn the trail behind us

we'll live like we're ablaze with an urgent mission

and we both really mean it

we decided it a million times

we'll start right now or maybe tomorrow

we'll make some progress sooner or later with all our might

and we both really mean it