The muddied pond

of your desires

are stirred

by the restless busyness

of your days.

Your child-of-God self

is screaming.

The choice is yours—

Will you keep running

or sit upon the seashore

and open your ears?

May the grimy dirt

of fear and earth

disrupt you

as you still yourself

into alertness.

~Dale Fredrickson

A Path Through . . .