Pray that the flourishing of a holy flock.
May become the eternal joy of the shepherd.
Everything had been bound in tedious lock.
Complaining e mails, decisions, freedom fettered.

I paused awhile now in the country lane, happy
Just looking at the grass waving in the wind
Wild mustard, radish , flax ,bush grass and poppy.
One could die here peacefully and not mind .

A swoosh, a bicycle powering down the lane at speed.
Missed by inches , I might have died.
But I didn’t , he missed, from injury I was freed.
The people sped past, now only wind sighed.

So rest awhile enjoy the moment, you are not hurt .
But in the midst of day dreaming, best to be alert.

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Try to be mindful
Freed from exterior pain
But best be alert

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See Collect of the day