Some days I feel on top of things and everyone’s content,
But then come days just like today—composure’s quickly spent.
overrated. Give me grace
to let myself live,
to be human, to learn from
both victory and failure
May 4, 2017 ~ Tanka
© 2017 Angela Umphers Rueger – All Rights Reserved
Photo taken in Virginia Beach, VA, 2017
This poem is based on the book by the same title that I am currently reading, written by Emily Ley. I’ve had a good many Wow! and Aha! moments while reading this book. I’ll go through it more slowly the second time (if that’s even possible), making notes and underlining/highlighting as I go along. I am brainwashing myself into believing that perfectionism is bad. It’s been my way of life for so long that it will take some effort to loosen its grasp on my mindset.
And just for the record, she is not paying me to promote her book, but I included a link above for you to buy it (her name) if you’re interested. I am happy to endorse it because it has changed my life by changing my mindset. Highly recommended!
She walks beside the coursing stream
Her mind well full of thoughts that seem
To cloud her vision with their steam
All but a dream, all but a dream
She sighs aloud and breathes a prayer
That God will lift from her this care
Or else will come beside and share
The burden bear, the burden bear
This is my Father’s world,
And to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world:
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
His hand the wonders wrought.
Recently I read through the epistle to the Philippians, asking the Lord to show me something new, and He showed me the context of 4:8, found in 4:7…
“In all things I am instructed both to be full, and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need. I can do all things through Christ, who strengthens me.”
A stream flows freely from my heart;
It cannot be stopped—
Laughing, trickling, gurgling, bubbling,
Over weed and rock.
What is it in the morning calls for stillness?
The tall trees stand composed and at attention.
The songs of birds are hushed, with one exception,
And silent chimes announce the absence of the wind.
And likewise in my heart there reigns a calmness,
The product of a restful night of slumber,
Awakened to a new day filled with wonder
And ready to be still and know the God within.
Photo taken in Milton, Florida, 2017