Disrupted

A cacophony of noise
assaulting my ears
unbalances my poise,

meticulously achieved
yet gravely brittle;
my own gossamer world.

Disrupted

The resulting disquietude…
my inner man’s stab
at maintaining control.

Anger swells and eddies,
irritation peaks.
My kingdom’s will?  Challenged!

Disrupted

The challenge boldly issued.
My will or His will?
Only one can rule all.

Disrupted

An opportunity knocks,
a promise of growth
through surrender of self.

Disrupted

Disrupted, yes, this is true.
But not destroyed, no!
Only roused to mature,

to raise the white flag or not,
to humbly bow down
in a submissive stance?

There is joy in surrender,
peace in the refuge
that God freely provides.

There is peace when keeping
in step with the Good
Good Father in Heaven.

There is rest in placing trust
in His will over
my own shortsighted plans.

Would that I have eyes to see,
anger over my
disrupted plans would melt

losing it’s dark potency
leaving only peace
in His brilliance and plan.

Perfect peace is more than myth.
It exists in God,
in total surrender.

Victory comes through my death,
glad abdication;
my throne for His true one.

So, in refuge to His
will I acquiesce,
abandoning anger.

No more will disrupted plans
discomfit my mind
for it is stayed on Him.

No more
Disrupted