anyone could

as we assemble

all the pieces of our days
into something
recognizable or not
way too often
lured into thinking
it's all about me

even though

would emphatically deny
such a perspective

but really

built into the fiber

of my restless, numbing
aching and sometimes
rebellious heart

all to often

minute by minute

it's all about me

and desiring
to live full and joyous
and God - centered

because really

all about Him

His creation and power
and glory

and so assembling
the pieces of a life
not into a tower for my own name
which we all know
would only crumble

but running

headfirst

into

His story

continuing to be written
each day; an epic

played out for all time

and anyone could play my part

so great
the enormity of God

all up to me

sometimes

losing my way

thinking
all up to me

when really

stopping to exhale      
trust
and let go

listening to the music
of the spheres

coming through my window

reminding

this planet on an  axis
spinning perfectly

and me spinning

really not necessary

but sitting in the still
in the quiet
restoring a life
a soul

giving back perspective

and a life
to be lived a little
at a time

with gratitude
and trust and
worship

my own striving

quieted

on the wings of
ordinary
everyday splendor

Glory

rising

to meet my lack