Are running through my mind..,

Worries, ideas, food, God…

Things to do, to say,

To fix, to clean,

To ponder…

All making for a muddy mind

Without a clue

Of what to do..,

Not being a list maker

I start without a plan

And muddle through

With what’s at hand.,,

Pick up what’s in sight

Pitch some of the clutter

Clearing my sight line

From chaos to order

Even though the clutter will

Reappear within the hour…

Going on to the left or right

Beginning with in my sight

And look around for the next

Idea or need for me to do

My day proceeds…

With little prayers

Of requests for Him

To show me the way

The shortcuts or detours

Throughout my day…

Relying on him for all

These years..,

Has provided me with the path

The way, and the love

Of each day….