Tender As Your Feet

I’ve been spending my time
outside of the box,
but by the time I returned,
they had changed the locks
so now I’m marooned in oblivion
and I long to come back again
to see to my kin within my den.

The speed of God cannot be obtained
through the wisdom we find
in the smell of the rain.
But His timing, my son
is second to none.
How I long to start over again.

I’ve been setting fire
to every stop sign in town
for slowing, deterring
and dragging me down
so I’ve resigned every street corner
with green signs of go
it’s not chaos I seek
but for people to know…

The speed of God cannot be slowed down
by concepts of our likeness or
your own aching frown.
But His goodness, my sweet
tender as your feet
supple as they float off the ground.