Higher

In my tropical 
childhood, 
I climbed 
the front-yard tree. 
Higher. 
For solitude. 
Rest. 
To simply 
be. 
Sitting 
on knobby 
branches 
amid green 
leaves, 
pink blossoms. 

higher place

Everyday life, 
chores, 
demands, 
interrupted. 
For brief 
escape 
to 
a higher 
place. 
Above ground. 
Where I saw 
over 
fences, 
walls. 
And could dream. 
Freely. 

complex matters

Today, 
complex matters 
swirl and build. 
Chaos. 
Upending lives 
around the world. 
Brokenness. 
On the news. 
In your face. 
Sometimes 
it’s helpful 
to hide 
on leafy 
branches. 
And wait. 
Watch. 
Be. 

higher Rock

Set aside 
real 
time. 
For the moment. 
Pray. 
Listen. 
Be still. 
And know the One 
who takes us to 
the Rock
that is higher. 
He’s still 
in control. 

Psalm 61

“Hear my cry, O God; 
listen to my prayer. 
From the ends of the earth 
I call to you, 
I call as my heart grows faint; 
lead me to the rock that is 
higher than I. 
For You have been my refuge, 
a strong tower against the foe.” 
--Psalm 61:1-3 

What about you?

Are you taking time for solitude? Where do you go to pray, listen, and be still?

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