4-10-97 a prayer for silence

Finding misplaced items
Next to misplaced feelings
The extra pieces left over on the floor
When you reassemble the model
Too busy to read the instructions
Too cool to do it right

When you move too fast to be held
The fear of stopping propels you
Time, just a glimpse of a mile marker
And your mistakes back around a corner

A moment
To be still
The pause brings the work into view
The sorrow of being human
The truth wants to be seen

And I want to listen to my own heart
For a while