Empty page days,

Love them.

I no longer

Fear them,

Attempt to

Control them,

Stuff them

Over full.

 

Empty page days,

Where I stop eating

When I stop feeling hungry

Not when I’m full.

 

I think my problem is

I desire more,

More, more,

But what I actually want,

What actually satisfies

Is less.

More is never enough.

 

 

If I wanted less,

Expected less,

Not just from my days,

But from myself,

My world,

Spinning round and round

This calendar,

If I let less come in,

And left more alone,

If I emptied the more

And made more than a bit of elbow room

For less

Who would I be?

 

Simple.

Unhurried.

Free.

 

I would center easier.

Distractions would expire,

Lose their fascination.

There would be more empty page days,

Empty expectation weeks,

Generous margins,

On both sides,

Where God can breathe

And I can hear it.

 

 

I want less

To find Your more.

Cause You’ve said it before

You have the best for me.

Do I believe it?

Do I believe You?

Can I empty

so You can fill

all my less

with  all Your more?

 

Empty page days,

Holy Spirit, what do you want to do today? days,

More less and less more days,

God can breathe days.

 

Love them.