Knowing

I am a beautiful mess.

Living a lightning storm

in a dry desert spell.

I wish I had

more of my ducks in a row

Or rather, my zebras aligned.

No longer do I wish

to be a wave 

tossed and thrown about

by the sea

only to wreck myself on the rocks.

There's a better way - 

the way of being quiet 

and still

and knowing...

Ps. 46:10 KJV