Sometimes
I act like the squirrel
in Mom's backyard
Scurrying back and forth
So many things to do
Plotting to steal the seed
from the squirrel-proof feeder
Combing the grass for seed when that doesn't work
Bouncing from tree to tree
Burying seeds and nuts
Chasing away intruders
Such a list of things to do
all by himself
Why is it easier to stay busy
than to draw close and encounter
the One who loves me more than life?
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