Sunday, January 29, 2017



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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