Praying, lying in the grass
watching time turn green
I notice last years growth
decomposing, making room
for fresh perspectives.
I absolutely feel ready
to fall apart myself
but then again
i most likely will wake up
and carry on like the wind.
All the while waiting
for God to strike me dead.
seasons: a poetic journey 
Decomposition and growth; storm and calm; we are all just killing time until we die. It is the natural process. But… to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain. Philippians 1:21
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