The day is so full
The to do list so long
Finish up becomes my song
Frustration building when something goes wrong
In the midst of the busy-ness
I take my eyes off of you
Close my ears to your voice
Turn my back on your face
Stuck in line I see you in the face of the bagger
Caught in traffic you are the boy getting the walker for his grandpa
Sitting on hold I hear you in the song of the jay
Waiting for my dog I catch the scent of you in the dew
Each reminds me that You are God
And I am not
Give it to me, my child
You whisper
It is my burden to carry
You speak softly to my heart
Let it go
Breathe in, breathe out
Repeat
Leave the rest to me
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