So we succumbed to the beguiling sky.
We lay under the highness of it
and waited for the first stars.
It was going back to the basics that shifted things.
It was stopping and looking.
Let God be God, they said.
And when the weather turns upon the cloud
and the horizon thrusts forth with brazened colour
when the winds thrash the sand from the shore
and the ship does not stay true to the mark
when the harbour is too far a shelter,
then we lay down and feel the earth
beneath our hearts, growing
and we watch for the garden's secrets.
We climb into the trees
and make time for silly things
that we are always too busy to make time for.
We remember that all can change in a moment
and that we cannot hold the heavy stuff
for one more minute of the day.
God, you are God in me. You are being God in me.
And I. I am letting it rest.
No more trying, I said that the last time.
And now I mean it.
Photography Johannes Plenio Unsplash