Lord I feel fragmented Quiet quiet quiet,
Like a broken pot of clay. My child, be still.
I’ve lost my focus; Listen to your feelings.
I’ve lost my way. Discipline your will.
I’ve poured myself out Come to the Garden,
I’m drained, I’m dry; The secret place we share.
I sense a discontent My essence is in the Garden;
I can’t identify. Come to Me in prayer.
I feel rootless Transcend worldly cares.
Like rolling tumble weed, Seek the Kingdom first.
Moving, moving, moving, Peace lies within;
Dizzy, from the speed. It is for Me you thirst.
I feel like quitting. Accept your limitations;
I feel self-doubt. Embrace humility.
I’m tired, Lord, Here lies the path to wisdom
I’m worn out. And maturity.
How can I integrate Come to the Garden,
My scattered thoughts, The soul’s sweet bouquet.
How can I find balance, The flowers of tomorrow
Freedom from extremes? Are in the seeds of today.
How can I slow down? TOGETHER we will weed.
How can I release? TOGETHER we will sow.
There are so many pressures. TOGETHER we will water.
How can I find peace? TOGETHER, you will grow.
Jo Anna O’Keefe
