Small

I am so small,
standing here before You. 
                               You, eternal.
                               You, King of all Kings.
                               You, creator of the Heavens and the Earth and, before you, I stand,          
stunted and in awe. 
The ocean, glorious, endless as you, laps and I stare. 
The trees tower,
      telling me stories from long ago.
                          I gasp, breathless at the beauty. 
                          I embrace my smallness, for before You, I am safe. 
                                                                             You encompass me with a love that extends beyond all stars, beyond all galaxies and I look as far as I can see, knowing I will never see it all. 
The sand,
You know its count, the amount of grains, so yes, too, then also the number of hairs on my head. 
         And I come back to this belief, when I grab for control, think myself in charge.
                                        How?
I am small. 
You, vast as the sea, grander than the tallest tree.
       It’s all from You.
      It’s all for You.




submitting at inkpaperpen

Green Room

Hanging in the green room at 12 news.  First time here.  I'm excited but edgy.  My stomach's flipping all over the place.  What the heck am I doing here?  Yes, this is my dream.  My face seen, my voice heard.  So why do I feel like a fraud?  Obviously, they want to hear me, see me.  Clearly, someone believes in me. In my message.  I've been prepped.  They've attempted to calm me- but still.  Man, I'm anxious.  It's a good thing they had me come early because I need to breathe.  Would it be awkward if I did yoga right here?  Probably.  No, really, it's quite nice in here.  Hey, it's actually green.  The walls, the couch.  Green.  And a nice, sage sort of green.  A settling green.  And there are plants.  Plants of all shades of green.  Hmm, too much green.    Ok, down dives my head.  Between my legs.  I hope I don't need a paper bag.  Shoot.  They just called my name......here goes.  Wish me luck.

Status Anxiety-Write On Wednesdays Exercise 6 - Status Anxiety: Log onto your Facebook/Twitter page and write down the first status update you see.  Set a timer for 5 minutes. Write the first words that come into your head after your prompt. Stop when the buzzer rings. Do this exercise over and over if you wish. If you don't do the social media thing (there's bound to be some who haven't succumbed!) email me and I'll send you a status update from one of my social media accounts. If you feel uncomfortable about using one of your friend's status updates, consider using the most recent update on Lamebook, the home of the funniest and lamest Facebook status updates. -  prompt from inkpaperpen where I'm submitting today.