The Carnival

My mind is crowded.
Every thought, influence, and to-do
vies for my attention
like carnival hawkers
seducing me to come to their booth
and spend my time.

     God patiently sits and waits
     for the quietness of my soul.
     He does not hawk cheap wares
     or fast entertainment.

The emptier something is, the
more devoid of life-giving power,
louder it barks and harder it tries
to get my attention.
Because it is not whole,
it cannot let its presence speak for itself.

     God can.
     So he quietly sits and waits.
     Peace in the midst of the whirling dervish
     of my thoughts and busyness.

“Peace I Leave With You” by Mark Lawrence



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