Attuned
Clutter fills my
mind
Minutia of scattered
thoughts
Stillness eludes my
soul
Observe my thoughts
as they wander
I shepherd them back
From familiar paths
they roam
Places that no
longer nourish
Tastes of familiar
no longer satisfy
Green pastures full
of life
Where thoughts are
nourished
Clear pool of water
springs from soil
Safe with Shepherd
of soul close
Choosing to dwell in
His paddock
Among His flock, He
knows my name
Attuned to His voice
Close by his side I
dwell
About the
Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and
is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-022A)
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