Marriage.

Parenting.

Friendships.

Career.

Deadlines.

Not sure if there’s time.
To sit down and talk to Him,
like a good friend of mine.

He’ll understand, he created the universe.
But I somehow feel like this abuse of grace
is a little perverse.

I’ve gotta take, make and set aside room,
connect one to one, (man, it’s not a race) –
so that the bulbs in my life can reach full bloom.

Stresses.

Responsibility.

Selfishness.

Envy.

     Vanish.