Stop the Insanity!

Stop the Insanity!

The boisterous bustle of busyness

invades the scattered mind;

going here and there and everywhere

with no spare time to find.

A perfectly pencil-packed planner

gives rhythm to the day,

yet no where does this double-time dance

give pause in which to pray.

Moderate the maddening meter

demanding such a pace.

Stop! Decelerate the driving beat

or miss the Father's face.

Sit a spell in centered stillness

with opened eyes to see.

For there within the calm communion

the captured heart is free.

The Passage

The Passage

From place of comfort

     we face the unknown,

unaware of all the beauty to come.

On the other side

     excitement builds,

as our loved ones await our arrival.

We don't want to leave

     this place that we know,

immigrating to a new world called home,

but we cannot stay,

     we have to move on

so to ensure our spirit's survival.

We press through the pain;

     in fear we let go,

to travel through the dark passage alone.

For one brief moment

     it seems all is lost;

then comes the light, the breath, the revival.  

Copyright © 2015 Mary Grace Wallace