Choosing Still ©Glenn Gardner 2012
Cascades of thought tumble,
Tumble, tumble
Through rivered expanses
Spanned by bridge links
Minded, mined, and mine.
A flow not sought
But caught and snagged
On senses tweaked by appetites
Hungry,
Thirsty pockets unfilled.
Alright, already, all right, I’ll write
And posit deposits in quiet pools.
In still reflective pools I’ll pause it
Awaiting refreshings awash
Welling up from living word springs
Cleansing, diluting, displacing filth
Percolating through parched soil
To nourish deep anchoring roots.
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…You desire truth in the inward parts,
And in the hidden part You will make me to know wisdom.
Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean;
Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Psalm 51: 6-7
Sketches by Angie Halladay who authors “This Beating Heart”