Finding focus in these times.

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I went to the field of sunflowers to live deliberately.

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At least that’s what I’d tell Thoreau.

But really, I went to capture the bent and spindly yellow necks arching in unison towards the sun rising up and over the field, over the chaos of rapidly agin’ old roads and new ones no one can seem to find, and though I want to lend a hand to all the changin’ I can’t bear the red veins of pain running through it all.

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Never mind the rhubarb or tomatoes.

Never mind the kale or bib lettuce.

Never mind the pole beans or rows of corn.

They can do their own sweet thing, ’cause see in the old days they used to tell writers to come and prophesize with pens, to keep our eyes wide, for the chance won’t come again to see what’s being planted. But I don’t got eyes for much right now. Maybe that’s not the right way but it’s the only way I know to survive the growing waters drenching my bones.

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All I know for sure is what the sunflowers know,

to follow the sun.

To soak up warm Truth shining down

and follow.

Follow the sun.

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“Don’t get sidetracked…” Proverbs 4:27 (NLT)

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The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’
-Bob Dylan

it’s not faith that’s the factor.

it’s not faith that’s the factor

or the lack thereof

it’s the dust of the storm when it comes

the unavoidable choke of it

blocking the sun

filling the lungs

which

strain and forget

strain and forget

to breathe

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of course the head knows

all about

power in the blood

but the flesh knows that age old song

goes hand-in-hand

with the slice of the knife that brings it forth

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no, faith is not the factor

as much as

the billowing force of winds

and dust

ineludable

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no matter the scarves we frantically tie

around our faces

all must settle

before we release

the great exhale of peace

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So I’ll be bold
As well as strong
And use my head alongside my heart
So tame my flesh
And fix my eyes
That tethered mind free from the lies

But I’ll kneel down
Wait for now
I’ll kneel down
Know my ground

~Mumford & Sons