Poem from the Middle of the Night

Too Much Adrenaline

On the Greenway behind my house

I lie awake at middle-night

With soul afire and body wide-eyed

Wondering about the

Joys and trials of days to come.

Good Lord, these wild thoughts

In darkened room

Are shapeless, yet mushrooming

Into plans and dreams

Without action’s release.

These breath-holding days

Cause me to stretch my faith

And look not to horizon dim

But to my Father’s face.

Let’s go for a walk Lord,

And burn off some of this

Bottled up energy,

Putting it into steps of prayer

And well-worn path through Your Word

As my mind is bent toward

What You have to say

And how You want me to step,

In pace with your will and in

Cadenced measures to Your grace.

© 2007, Nancy M. Gerst

The American Tobacca Trail is a 22 + mile rails-to-trails project. It's a beautiful place to walk or ride a bike, and it gets a LOT of traffic!

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Here is Placido Domingo singing "I'll Walk with God":
I'll Walk with God