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I sat silent
My intent Was to listen
A barrage hit
Thoughts, sounds Images
All firing fiercely
Anything but you
Beat up I opened my eyes
And smiled
As the glass surface Of a Wisconsin lake On an early summer morning
Be still my soul
Mist fading peacefully Into the sunrise
Rest in the presence
Soak in the glowing warmth
And be renewed
I thought I could life hack My way to Perfection
But in your presence The strain releases
Schedules, duties Remain
But with a somehow Serene filter
What must be done In a moment
Moves forward
The rest awash In some eternal plan
“God orders his steps.”