Psalm 23

sometimes i'm afraid
to ask for love, for i feel like
i'm wasting time--
like there's so much that needs to be done,
and time is falling away so why would i
sit here in the silence

but you keep beckoning me to sit by the water
and drink slow, and drink deep
to take a moment and inhale the breeze
that makes its way across here.
for green pastures are for laying down on,
for resting and feeding
where you can hide in the tall grass with nothing but blue
above you, and yawn melodies between breaths,
heart at peace and content.

i hear you sing above the quiet waters,
watch the flowers bob their heads in the wind
and sigh with a sparkle in my eye.
You take me here, to restore my soul.