A fire and a cloud.
Set up like flag poles,
Waving in the night,
Waving under the sun.
Heat in the night,
Shade in the day.
Lord, guide my way.

“If you lack wisdom…”
He says.
You mean when, not if.
My muscles stay stiff.
Daily is my norm,
Nightly is my trial.
Lord, guide me all the while.

Relax. Give it up.
Don’t try to be so tough.
Look in My eyes.
Open your heart.
I am not distant,
Don’t be so resistant.
Lord, give me assistance.

Little white wafers
Litter the ground.
One by one
Till my daily quota is complete.
Each a reminder
That He is the one who satisfies.
Lord, remind me until I’m fortified.

Relax. Give it up.
Don’t try to be so tough.
Open your hands,
Pick it up.
Do not despise it.
Taste it first.
Lord, fill me till I burst.

At first a trickle,
So little for so many.
Then a gush
That becomes a pool.
Clay pots gather the desert treasure.
Each traveler tastes the pleasure.
Lord, lead me to your streams forever.

Relax. Give it up.
Don’t try to be so tough.
Drink deep
Till your thirst is quenched.
Do not stop.
His quiet provision is life.
Lord, lead me out of my self-caused strife.

“If you lack wisdom…”
Turn to Him.He gives ever so generously.
His whisper is quiet, yet firm.
His truth melts your concern.
He cares; He weeps.
Lord, nudge me to lay it down at your feet.