To the person we should be, if only we tried
We get tied to the maybe and false expectations
While the world goes on turning, we live outside
As we strive for the day of this god-like completion
We cling to control of our human design
While we hold to our plans, failure comes knocking
For Her plan is not ours, and they rarely align
This time I'll do it, we say to ourselves
Yet in each new beginning, we're blinded once more
Until we surrender to God's holy longing
We're constantly planning and checking the score
While we should and we could, we miss life around us
Forgetting to watch as Her graces unfold
For our lives are each stories of beauty and wonder
Meant to be lived and not human controlled
So breathe in the beauty, the mystery, and questions
Dance in the wildness of Her creation
Move in Her love without inhibition
And surrender to life of heaven's narration
-C. O'Connell-
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