Withdrawn

Of late, I find I have withdrawn; my circle’s smaller now. The more I see as I look on, the more I disavow. Engaging with the world beyond, the cost seems ever steep, while here, the waters in my pond are infintely deep. For I’m content to spend a day just hiking in the vale; God’s handiwork is on display, and on the grandest scale. The news grows ever more absurd; there’s not much joy to see. So when I need to hear a word, His scriptures beckon me. And when I want to get a hug, I go to see the grands: their love, infectious, like a bug that swells up all your glands. The world’s in need of much good news; as time goes, all the more, but mission now seems curtailed to the local grocery store. Because this weighs upon my heart, I know I’m not yet done; I trust that He’ll reveal my part in work He has begun.