Needn't be today's contemplations:
"If they say this, I will say that."
But I keep forgetting
I'm not in charge of my well-being—
That doesn't sound right—
I mean, I'm not burdened
With turning out good results
Or forecasting tomorrow's trials
To make myself impenetrable.
All this rehearsing
Merely fogs up my mind
Hampering listening tomorrow
And sensing today
And seeking God always.
What else could happen?
Have I thought it all through?
Are my guards up?
Are my answers ready?
No.
God will supply the wisdom then
For what I cannot predict now.
God will unfold the scenes
That create goodness within me
And around me and from me.
I needn't strive or rehearse,
Because today's practice in presence
Build's the courage for tomorrow's unknown.
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