A Prose Poem

Wind rushing, leaves falling.

Thoughts, but not too many, not so hard.

Imperfect, but at peace. Mistakes, but grace.

Leaves falling, trees tall, rush of wind.

My Lord, not what I do. If I don't... Oh, well.

In You, not what I do.

Maybe will, maybe won't. Enjoying each step.

One at a time, as soon as I can.

More peace than war.

Less than more.

Easy than much.

Let go of ambition.

Sit back and watch the breeze.

The wind rushing, the leaves falling.

Things are okay as they are, without stopping or beginning.

This moment, no more.

Success, ambition, knowledge, a frenzy.

Dreaming.

Dreaming of my life as it is as a wonderful life, a wonderful world, and wonderful universe, a wonderful God.