Poem: torn

all my body wants to do is sleep,
and yet I have to channel something
to create.
i am torn between rest,
and actually putting energy
into a message to share.
i wish sermons would
write themselves.

🙂

 

Meditation Poem Series: #41

It’s day two of the new year. I hope I can make this 90 days sit. It’s been crazy cold in the morning…all I want to do is stay in bed under the covers.

Meditation Poem #41
concentrated effort amounts to nothing
if I stay in bed