As one
committee debates
the finer
points of polity,
wrangling
over how to provide
balance
in the perspectives
presented
on its overtures,
spirited
singing wafts through
the
temporary walls defining parameters
of the
committee meeting
in the
adjacent room.
Order and
Ardor continue
their
essential primordial dance,
partnering
to keep Chaos at bay
without
strangling divine Breeze.
Lord,
give us grounding
in the
midst of Hurricane Angst;
also give
our luggage greased wheels
and
smooth zippers as we face
our
rotting branches and hollow trunks.
© 2014
Todd Jenkins
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