It is quite in this place.
The comfy chair, my nest, my man calls it.
It is the place where I meet with God.
Still early and dark.
Open his Word, open my heart.
Though it is quiet, save the soft ticking of the clock;
There is noise everywhere…
The stack of books calling my name,
E~mails, full of wisdom and godly things, they are a form of busyness here, loud.
Adds of sales, the greed in me takes in.
The real food,
It sets, heavy and marked up, in my lap.
I loose my focus on the reason I am here.
To wait for provision and filling.
Graced by God
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