This is a
season for which
I have no
reference,
but it
has come at a time
when I
feel untethered
in some
kind of holy way,
which is
hard to describe.
It's like
being on the water
in a
sailboat, with no clue
how to
trim the free-flapping sail,
yet being
held firmly
by a deep
underlying feeling
of peace
about the wind's heart.
It feels
like “Peace, be still!”
would be an
unwelcome command
preventing
a sacred destination.
© 2015
Todd Jenkins
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