point of view

"The Lord Directs Our Path" Psalm 138:8, 139:16, 32:8, 143:8 I stand at the stoplight and the roads are diverging I can't look to the rear-view mirror except in thanks so much to learn yet but my hand is held by the One who carved out the path, the One of unfailing love. You know where we're going and You're excited in all Your Power, Majesty, Splendor, Holiness excited like a husband with a surprise. "Worship the Lord" Psalm 95:3-7, 99:5, 138:2-3 Everest's summit the Mariana Trench they belong to You on Your shelf, in Your livingroom like a potter at his wheel You shaped the Grand Canyon the deserts, the plateaus, all the rock formations of the earth You wove out the saves their ever-changing layers on Your loom and shook the fish, the algae, the whales all the sea creatures into the oceans like salt and pepper from their shakers and somehow, somehow in billions of voices You hear this rebellious sheep trapped,...

cloud to sun to cloud to sun the smell of sunscreen tanktops and dirt under my nails robin singing so loud I hear it from inside my car at a stoplight sudden downpours, thunderstorms even rubber boots counting down to the last day of school June's first buttercups it's coming.