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  1. Disarray

    Praise for meaningless chores each day
    Repeat performances of yesterday
    One more time to try and seek order
    One more attempt at defining borders
    of what I’m willing and able to do
    Looking at the world
    and what I’ll leave behind,
    the mundane is driving me
    out of my mind
    I used to be mindful…
    Some find purpose is getting things done
    For me it is empty, and I find none
    For me it is preoccupation
    while others find Order their
    sole elation
    Making sense of things that
    no sense can come out of
    I used to trust in God, not above
    but within each of us
    I don’t understand all the fuss
    with order each day
    when God cares not
    and made it my lot
    to be in disarray…

  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni


    OMG, as the young'uns say.:smile: That is beeyooteefull beyond all expression!!!!!!!:smile: :smile: :smile:

    I love it, again, tho I hate the emotional disarray from whence it came. I get that too, but never have I expressed it so very well.:smile: :smile:

    I read your poems with awe and wonder - you amaze me constantly, you do.:wink:

    love love,

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