Don't Worry

Jesus said, "No one can serve two masters; for a slave will either hate the one and love the other, or be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and wealth. Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air; they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And can any of you by worrying add a single hour to your span of life? And why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not clothed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you-- you of little faith? Therefore do not worry, saying, `What will we eat?' or `What will we drink?' or `What will we wear?' For it is the Gentiles who strive for all these things; and indeed your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. But strive first for the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. So do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring worries of its own. Today's trouble is enough for today." Matthew 6:24-34

Don't Worry

Oh, so you tell me not to worry
as I stand by the door bags packed
a map in my hand and the skies lifting
a strong breeze at my back like your hands
pushing me away to the new and uncharted.

I hear the seagulls cry as they swoop
searching for food diving to the rock jetty
laughing with one another as if there was
a joke and I was it.

The waves have increased the tide is rising
the winds are right to sail on the outgoing
tide swelling anxious and getting meaner
time to go without a life vest with out
anything but faith.

I look to the ground at first
in sorrow tears welling and see the crocus
pushing valiantly through the snow
so beautiful and driven a God sign new life
abundance breaking through the cold ground
and melting even colder hearts.

So we shove off hoisting anchor drawing in
the tie lines secured for the journey, the craft is moving
away from a mean and twisted shore for the winter
cruel and judging to a harbor of spring
shallow blue waters where joy can rebound.