IN THE THICK OF IT

Up to my waist in a tangle of brush and blooms, little room to move. Soaking wet from dew and sweat, I do what I need to do. Head down, plowing ground, the only sound I hear is branches breaking below as I move heavy and slow, to and fro, as long as it’s forward toward what, I don’t know. The noise of being still, of checking my will, is more than I can bear today. Raising my eyes in this wild place and facing the pleasant land in which He placed me to forage for all I need. If I pause in the thick of it, I just might lose me, and my way too. If I surrender to the lostness of my position, would You open my senses to what is good in every direction? “You are worried about many things, but only one thing is needed.”

36 x 36 in, mixed media painting