Who Owns the Day
Who Owns the Day?
Awake carelessly;
No connection to the internal dialogue.
Floating, a gentle space of minutes.
I wonder, how do I join the day?
Oh, go ahead, just pick a project,
find meaning in your life!
Hurry, make good use of the time!
The ego rattles on.
Fear stomps in.
Do I have a mission, some higher calling?
Have I missed it?
How do I fix the day I’m wasting?
His voice calms my mind.
I’m in the stream flowing with life,
it runs through me.
Lord, what a glorious day!
Copyright © Pat Davis | Year Posted 2015
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