I admittedly was talking with my hubby as I was writing this, so I don’t know if I exceeded the five minute mark or not. I suppose my poem fits well eh? Distractions surround us (and for me tonight one of those distractions was my hubby). 🙂 I welcome you though to join us, write on the word distraction. You can find the word prompt over at Miss Kate’s.
Distractions Surround Us
At the end of a busy day,
Not so busy really.
More of a day when distractions
Ran my day.
I wanted to walk this morning
but exhaustion and pain distracted me.
Directing me to a chair
To sit quietly, not moving.
I had plans to deep clean the kitchen,
The fridge is looking bedraggled lately.
Hubby complains nothing can be found,
and pleasing him I want to do.
But reviews call,
because moving seems too much to do.
I revise and think I can plow
through at least 3 or 4.
By days end I discover
Bunnies to sell, kills an hour or two.
Supper to make, a lad to talk to,
a Friend to answer.
And only one review, barely done
by evening come.
Then it’s garbage day.
Will distraction never end?
I talk with my tenant,
She speaks to the same.
Plans made but body disagreeing
Sleep and quietness remain.
But distraction or not,
God is still the same.
Holding us fast,
an anchor he remains.
I note my son
At every meal a pause
Taking the time to remember
His God.
Never distracted, always that thought
Saying his thanks,
Mentioning concerns
Oh… that I might be as focused as he.
I need to be more mindful
and not let
The distractions which surround me
To stop me from remembering what is most important.
God and his plans
They override all of ours
God and his hold on
our lives is secure.
God never gets distracted
Nothing calls him away
Faithful to the end,
No distractions surround him.
Love that – God and His plans over ride ours!
I need to remember that so often!
Spot on 😍
thank you 🙂
Beautiful. The thought of God not getting distracted led to this…
Sometimes I get to thinking,
“How bad can this get?
God, have you been drinking?
God, did you forget
that I am on my chinstrap here,
and can see no escape;
so would you please set down Your beer,
put on the boots and cape,
and fly straight on through the wall,
producing bricky rubble,
and in my rescue, standing tall,
save me from this trouble?”
And then I turn and red-faced find
that He’s standing with me, right behind.
sums it up so well! Loved it Andrew!:)
How powerful your last paragraph is! I can relate so well to this poem, this shared emotion of distraction which leads to a feeling of failure for me. But God. That is why that last paragraph hits me so hard. But God does not get distracted. He never leaves. A very excellent read today. Thank you.
thank you Lori. As I was writing I too was struck at how God never gets distracted, not even once.