I’ve Been Asking

hold your plans with an open hand
Jesus,
because He said I could
(ask)
about a Five Year Plan–
like a plannable annuity
with a guaranteed return on
my investment.
as if…
as if a sure answer for my tomorrows would bring
me peace today.
He whispers instead what’s doable–
the Five Hour Plan-a chunk
of time allotted to say, oh, baking
a pie–
manageable, like a tried and true recipe
gather ingredients
check oven
double check recipe
mix, roll, bake
voila! a pie, sure as
shootin’.
Yes, I asked Jesus about
what’s ahead…on down
the road…
over the hill
and of course (you guessed it)
He handed me a peach.

 

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