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Impatience, Stalled Out

The heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament showeth His handy-work.

Psalm 19

Snow

So soft

So slight

So slow

I must be quite

Intentional

To notice

Its stealth

Accumulation

Upon the fence-rail’s top.

Snow, even slower now

To accumulate,

Shows me again

That slow

doesn’t

mean

no

movement.

To notice the snow,

I must stay still

And fully focused on

One thing

To see

Change occur.

Ah, Lord,

At this slow waiting season of

My life,

Where movement

Seems infinitesimal,

Let me

Still my focus fully

To see You,

The One who changes all things

In the slow of waiting

While

You remain changeless.

 

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