A Time To Think

There are times in life 

where nothing is as it was,

nothing is concrete 

as in solid enough to say,

"This is it.  This is mine".

There is a blank canvas.

There is a wide open meadow.

Anything could happen

and yet there is no sense

of an urgency to rush anywhere

or do anything major.

It's like a ship whose sails

have no wind.

But you know this is a place

where you are supposed to be

for awhile.

It's like you hear the word "stay".

It's strange when all your life

you've been taught to do,

to know, to take and go.

It's like when someone urges you

to stop and listen.

The quiet is so thick

one could almost slice it with a knife.

You wonder what is going on.

It makes you think.

Why am I in this place

of dead calm and why do I 

feel at peace where nothing matters

and being with no one feels OK?

It's a strange world

and for some reason you know

that this is where you're meant to be.

There is some strange and new

instructions of productivity 

but not the productivity 

I've been used to.

It's more like leaving a legacy 

kind of work.

Ah life.  Just at the moment

that you think you have it

figured out, everything changes.

You have the memories.

You have the lessons learned.

You have a hope for whatever

this new day will hold.

And how do you articulate 

this kind of thing?

And why is it important to stop

and think about it?

It seems really important to write

and to get it down on paper.

There is something so soothing

about doing that.

Maybe life isn't about the rush

of forward

but the step you're currently in.

It's just you and God.

What is He saying?

What is He trying to get across?

I know without a doubt 

He has good plans for me.

Nothing is in vain with Him.

So what choice do I have

but to trust this place 

He has me in.

And wait.

And think.

And write.

And be ready for whatever.