I found this in my scribble binder. I figure I wrote it for a reason. So here it is…

Finding the blessing in the mess

This is my test

Be still, listen, for they are guiding me

I must just be still

Find the blessing in being

The experience of glory and light

Love and war, run or fight

What are the blessings of being still?

I am safe, warm and loved

Ready, soon to teach what I know

It feels like being scattered without direction

With the answers just out of reach

I pray the blessing here is peace