When things are tough
I just want to escape
It seems I never get enough
of what I want, despite my full plate.
Rather than tackle the root
it’s easier to just try to soothe.
I open my mouth, insert foot
chaos ensues, and it’s not smooth.
At times, life seems too hard
so I seek mindless distraction.
My dreams, vision, hopes…charred
so I desperately seek satisfaction.
But I seem to look in the wrong places.
I work so hard for accomplishments
Evasively avoiding engaging with faces
Surreptitiously seeking complements.
Oh, Giver of Life, my thirsty soul fill,
With more of You, until You are overflowing!
As I seek You, taking time to be still
In Your presence, Great Satisfier, God All Knowing!
© 2022 Lukas Westevy