And just this:
A quieting down, a clearing away of internal ruckus,
So I can hear the huge stillness in my heart
How I pulse with all creation,
Part and parcel of Your great singing ocean.
And this, too:
A willingness to notice and forgive the myriad times
I fall short,
forgetting who I really am,
What I really belong to.
So I can start over,
Fresh and clean
Like sweet sheets billowing in the summer sun,
My heart pierced with gratitude.