Enough
by Teri VanLieshout
7/21/10
Sitting here
Watching the water touch the sky
Over the bay near the State Park
Wondering
What is ENOUGH
by Teri VanLieshout
7/21/10
Sitting here
Watching the water touch the sky
Over the bay near the State Park
Wondering
What is ENOUGH
My stress is
And forever has been
Being enough
For him, for her, for you, for God
For those whom I serve
And forever has been
Being enough
For him, for her, for you, for God
For those whom I serve
Did I do enough?
Well enough?
Could it be better?
If so how?
And what’s next, to be done better?
Well enough?
Could it be better?
If so how?
And what’s next, to be done better?
And I no longer believe in Perfect
That false idol
I’ve left long ago
But somehow, I still chase it’s shadow,
Enough
What is ENOUGH?
And how does one let go
Of trying
Only to let inadequacy
Creep in through the cracks
That false idol
I’ve left long ago
But somehow, I still chase it’s shadow,
Enough
What is ENOUGH?
And how does one let go
Of trying
Only to let inadequacy
Creep in through the cracks
In this 36th year
I see in a new way
The need to let go
And let God
And be free of chasing perfection
I see in a new way
The need to let go
And let God
And be free of chasing perfection
Breath
Shared breath
With Him
With my loved ones
Sharing this life together
Reaching toward each other
In our perfect imperfection
A symphony
Of sound and messy life
Played with passion
Shared breath
With Him
With my loved ones
Sharing this life together
Reaching toward each other
In our perfect imperfection
A symphony
Of sound and messy life
Played with passion
That is beauty at its best
God makes art from our errors
And teaches as we stumble
Breathing beauty into despair and grief
Shaping fresh growth out of tragedy
And indeed, it’s enough
So paint fully
With all colors, deep and rich
And don’t let the worry of a misplaced stroke
Ruin the painting
It all gets used
God makes art from our errors
And teaches as we stumble
Breathing beauty into despair and grief
Shaping fresh growth out of tragedy
And indeed, it’s enough
So paint fully
With all colors, deep and rich
And don’t let the worry of a misplaced stroke
Ruin the painting
It all gets used
Easier said than practiced
But still attainable
Rhythm, balance
Breath shared
Perfect imperfection
Enough
But still attainable
Rhythm, balance
Breath shared
Perfect imperfection
Enough
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