as the day begins to rise

clouds fill this sky cup I hold in front of me

the winter lake waters turn a murky brown in muted shades of grey

all the day’s tasks surround me

they seem to be everywhere and pour directly over my heart

I try to keep listening and seek the silence

instead, all my moving thoughts bombard me

pushing them back away ~

I sit with silence . . . stilled, not turning away

I hear . . .

I remember, love is here even now

when I am falling

when I am hurting

when my day is too long

it’s OK to step away!