Staring at my pacing feet,
The world is whistling by,
I scrutinise the inward step,
Bring in others to decide,
The path that is for me,
The way the truth provide,
The way of wisdom and more grace,
The way that life does lie.

A packaged parcel passed on by the postmen in their pristine vans,
What have you here? My very name address and oh!
I must be famous for someone to know my name and gift me this!
Alas it was just I who parted with a pretty penny,
Alas it was just I who petitioned the postmen now to post,
From out away in teeming warehouse,
From out beyond where I have known,
A packaged parcel passed along to find purchase and here preside.

Emergent from the ordered mind,
I tap it out onto a screen,
Meditative in passing days,
Sometimes lighter than I glean,
Playful are the rolling archives,
Bursting with my have-been thoughts,
Majestic they flows like echoes of His,
He ordered first and ordered mine.