Wonderfully busy

As I run in circle, chasing the same things over and over, while pausing for a split second to make sure the air still surrounds me and the earth still anchors my soul.

 I exist. 

   I function.

      I do my part. 

        I am like everyone else, keeping busy, while time rushes by...  Sometimes we have a race, but often times I fall behind, on my knees, on the green grass of life's meadows, sheltered under mighty trees, with eyes and thoughts floating from cloud to cloud.  Dreaming that one day I'll make the impossible possible, while still being humanly frail.  Dreaming that one day I'll wake up and be awesome...
 And, as I fall softly from night into morning, I dream to still find clouds in my pocket and feel the sunshine of Your Word.