Counting Sheep

Looking up

Into the heavens

End of Night

Before the Dawn

Finding refuge

In my coffee

Sitting still

With a deep yawn 

Seeking solace

As my spirit starts to wake

Knowing I am

So small

Amidst all that swirls 

at break of day

The universe seems distant

Like the stars that soon will fade

I take another sip

Rising to shower

Knowing my way

Will be full of all

The trappings

We humans fall into

And enjoy

Lost so easily

Is the hope

Covered by all the noise

Take a breath

Wait…

Knowing

There’s another way

Your ways are higher

I look to the skies

But really just need to listen

And find the wonder in my eyes

Your Spirit is alive

Amidst the miles that lay ahead

And will be with me

Until I lay my head

Back down to sleep

Counting sheep

I call out

Wondering if you’re near

Silly after all these years

You’d think I’d remember all the clear

Reminders of your breath

Whispered in my ear

All the times I’ve heard you

Amidst times of joy

And deepest fear

I stop this morning

And recognize

Thankful for the hope 

That comes out of the night

Into the day

All I can say

Is thank you

Today.

12/03/25

clc

“Seek the Lord while He may be found; Call upon Him while He is near. Let the wicked forsake his way And the unrighteous man his thoughts; And let him return to the Lord, And He will have compassion on him, And to our God, For He will abundantly pardon. “For My thoughts are not your thoughts, Nor are your ways My ways,” declares the Lord. “For as the heavens are higher than the earth, So are My ways higher than your ways And My thoughts than your thoughts. For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven, And do not return there without watering the earth And making it bear and sprout, And furnishing seed to the sower and bread to the eater; So will My word be which goes forth from My mouth; It will not return to Me empty, Without accomplishing what I desire, And without succeeding in the matter for which I sent it. For you will go out with joy And be led forth with peace; The mountains and the hills will break forth into shouts of joy before you, And all the trees of the field will clap their hands. Instead of the thorn bush the cypress will come up, And instead of the nettle the myrtle will come up, And it will be a memorial to the Lord, For an everlasting sign which will not be cut off.””

Isaiah‬ ‭55‬:‭6‬-‭13‬ ‭NASB1995‬‬