Ho! You who are broken
in your maddening, modern conformity,
squeezing into the oh too tight tenny shoes
that pinch your toes and chirp at your soul!
Listen…take off your shoes and wander.
Aimlessly. Abandon agenda!
Give up your goals (just for a moment)
wander with no purpose on purpose.
After all, there is so much to do
that you cannot afford to not wander
away from the overflow days
and the many demands on your time and attention!
Toss out your check list and check yourself instead
and spend time pursuing
the unplanned quick moment
right now…in some eating, and drinking,
and wandering…
…from paths and from business
and rest, and withdraw
and pray with your passage
from boardroom to garden.
See the fat flowers
frolicking violet
hear the bees rockin
in time to the wind
listen for stories
and look at the birds
and see the white lilies
give life and give strength
and thus rescue your being
delivered from doing!
Stop to notice
let your thoughts
prayers rise and fall
with your breath
and your step.
Wandering is
purposeful work
without purpose
done on purpose.
Charissa's Grace Notes 
the 4th picture is stunning and the stanza below it is my favorite. Sometimes wandering and just taking everything in are the best things
I loved that pic the moment I saw it. Sooo evocative and pointing at the beyond my words were straining to get to…and yes, the power of letting creation wash us…in all that being made new in moments.
Thanks for reading.
Hello love!
Confession here…I’m writing a post and want to link to my dearest friends. I scrolled through your site, the words in this post jumped out at me, and I knew it was perfect. You’ll see what I’m talking about later this morning. xoxoxoxo
Sooooo…I gotta confess I am scratchin’ my head? I still don’t see how that post relates to this poem, so any clarification? You can email me maybe, cus it seems that the post led you a different direction
Oh honey…I will email you, but also remind you that I’m a simple girl. I wanted to share my favorites, and celebrate my friends. Your words struck me and I pressed play.
I rarely make sense, but hope that I’m sincere in the midst of faux paus and stumble-trips. It’s quite simply this. I love your writing and I love you. Xo
Umm, okay well I am even simpler cus I didn’t see how it linked. I must be missing the url?
PS… Thanks for the lurve! ❤❤
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Here! Here!
Wandering in the Present.
Love it.