Sand blown away

SAND BLOWN AWAY

Shilloutes of stored things

Fill the room

Kettles, Dolce Cabana clothes, 

Cookers, assorted things

Left as luggage

On a railway station

Unboarded

The train has gone

Not a breath stirs

The suitcases

Jammed with imagined treasures

Now who will take my Tupperware?

Life has left

So also joy and jokes

Skimming salvation

Like a stone skipping on a laughing lake

that lost a chance to engage

Now we wait for sand

To cover the evidence

Fragmenting time

Into parceled take aways

Only a memory

Stored in a chalice

Blown

Away

Plans and work

Proverbs 16:3

Commit thy works unto the Lord, and thy thoughts shall be established.

This verse is curious, because it reverses the natural progression of work. Normally we conceive plans and work results from those plans. This verse reverses this order and asks us to first commit our work subsequently establishing our thoughts and plans.

This is a curious reversal. It uncaps the origin  of our cherished visions. We plan, yearn and strive for a result. The end result is something that the corporate world instructs us to be SMART about. Our goals should be Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Relevant and Timely. Of late they have asked us to be SMARTER  (with the addition of Evaluate and Revaluate).

Not detracting from the importance having smart or smarter goals, the Bible has much advice on making wise plans with counsel. Planning is one of the characteristics of the wise person. However, there is an essential heart attitude that takes precedence over the  plan. This essential ingredient is the awareness of God in all our planning. This ingredient is an all-encompassing obedience and awareness of God in all our works. This attitude places us squarely at His feet, where no plans can ever hatch or germinate which are not subservient to His principles. This is the smartest way to plan, at the feet of the Master.

And you know what, He is the one who stands guarantor for HIS plans.

My grace is sufficient

My grace is sufficient, He said

In the midst of whirling nights and roller coaster days

Every hard chased minute

Has sixty seconds of uncertain deadlines

Red warnings of jobs unfulfilled

Split second hits and near second misses

Waves of billowing emotions

Cascade over kaleidoscopic networks

Emblazoning

Faces and canvases with

Colors that glow in the dark

Unmet intentions

Scrabble at strained doorways

That opened too late

Or shut too early

Tasks juggle in disordered array

Orbiting the scrambled day with

Arcs of uncertain trajectory

But the all sustained vapor

Has a permeation of grace

Freezing the mayhem

Into crystal drops of disordered purpose

An amazing canvas of salvation

Visible only through a grace glazed lens

Breathe

In slow motion

Sufficiency

A post script itinerary

Only if authored by the scripter of time

His grace, not mine

The arbiter, of eternity, His time deciding mine