I'm tired and sick
But I am not quick (to slow)
I need you more
Of this I'm sure
I need to listen
And yet I shout
I need to cry
And let this out
But I drink my coffee
And smile my smile
Missing you all the while
Longing for quiet in which to hear
Longing to feel you pull me near
And yet I do not sit
My busy-ness I do not quit
It is me that keeps me away
I am the one that orders my day
It is me creating this space
That keeps you from your proper place
By Penny Fairman
2006
Have you ever felt the way I felt when I wrote this poem, too busy, using caffeine to keep you going, missing God and yet not creating a quiet space in which to be with him? There is something to be said for solitude. It’s not a spiritual discipline that comes easy for me, but when I take the time to be alone and quiet with God I am never ever sorry.
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