Am I doing
enough?
Gasping for
checks to be placed in boxes,
Grasping for
perceived results.Frenetic production and idle detoxes,
Mirrored pendulum of praise and insults.
I am what I do.
The weight
is eased to aggravation:
A dark kite
tethered to my waist,Not ceasing me from forward motion,
But evident slowing down of pace.
I am what I am.
The reins from
soul to deeds are slacked,
Breakers ceased
on seas within.The Word saved us from self-attack,
Abundant life that springs from Him.
I AM: Whom I serve.
Is “doing”
enough?