the morning rise
a new thing sown
begin an unknown distance
I’m leaping off
the mossy cliff
and hope for slim resistance
though armed and apt
to run the route
and quiet mind mis-travels
the mellow mending
of my soul
is tempted to unravel
the milky way
of anxious thought
is wide as moon is high
but I discard
the disbelief
for ever God is nigh

Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert. – Isaiah 43:19

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. – Philippians 4:6

image: Susie’s Kindergarten Word of the Day, Monday 8.30.15: HOPES (and Number of the Day: 4) 🙂