I loved 

the rhythm

of those days

in the sun,

among the trees,

near the water

lapping up

on the rocks.

 

 

I loved

the rhythm

of twist and pull

as I created

and sang

each flowing melody

and the light

fell soft.

 

I loved 

the rhythm

of you,

unhurried,

slowing this

bustling butterfly

to a serene

and holy

pace.

I loved

the brisk, refreshing water

as blue and clear

as the sky

and swimming into

your warm arms

to be held

weightless.

 

I loved 

the space

we created

just for us

to be and love

and know

God deeper

together.

 

What is it 

about coming back

that makes me just

pick up all that

“non-stop” again?

To lose the rhythm?

 

Someone 

once said,

why can’t

our rhythm

at the lake

be our rhythm

all the year?

 

Not ignoring

responsibility,

but taking less on.

Leaving some room

on the plate.

Seeing beauty

and potential 

in open time

instead of cramming

all the energy and ideas we have

into this

limited

time.

 

 

Under

a sky

so thick

with stars,

like salt

strewn about

lavishly,

we soaked 

it all in

deep.

 

 

My prayer 

this year is that

I limit myself

to free myself.

 

To be present,

over perfect.

To moderate

this activity hungry

appetite.

 

To live

this un-rushed

rhythm

fully present

with Papa 

and

with you.