The morning you wake up into

If you are 

fretting over going the best way

The right way even

And impeded by your efforts 

Perhaps

Just go 

A way

Follow instincts from a calmer place

Trust

Now, is where God is waiting

Where you are 

Might even become The Way

As you live it

Night in

Through the

open window 

Mice like

Lamped up

Low light

Heaped up

Hay

Layed in loft

Owl like

Wood beams

Gentle chatter 

Pitter patter 

of rain

and paw print

Natural dreaming

Slumbering together