Matthew 6:25

Listen, Beloved

Let go 

of your 

desperation

stop 

scrambling 

and 

flow-with-me

I AM

your food

your drink

your 

skin-and-bones

I AM

what-who-that-which

gives

you 

your 

substance-sustenance-EVERYTHING

your 

next 

breath 

comes-from-me

you.aren’t.in.control.of.anything!

the birds know

their lives are 

at-my-mercy

and so 

they 

wake 

up

singing for joy

and fly 

free 

in the wind.

wake-up-singing

to me

Beloved

wake up

to ME.

About The Author:

Laura Camacho is my heart-friend, the goer-with-me on all of my journeys. She sent this poem to me on a morning in which I thought, I have no time to write, saying, “here’s a poem, use it if you want for your series!” I loved it, and I am.

This post is part of Survivor Songs, a 31-Day series. A full list of posts is found here.