The Two-Edged Sword of Busyness: A Psalm of Submission

Putting busy on pause

It is 5:55am as I make this journal entry.

Yesterday was a productive day, a little busier than usual. Busy, both with time and spirit.

This sentence seems pretty harmless to the laymen, but in fact and in my case it’s the delicate edge of a two-sided sword.

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The Delicate Edge

Yesterday was productive, yes,

but the clock’s hands cut deeper than you know.

Busyness, that sly idol, wears two faces:

One whispers, “You are in control.”

The other hisses, *“You will be broken.”

I cling to this command, etched in October’s ash:

“Care for her. Care for your work. Bend, or break.”

The Eagle’s Arena

Last autumn, He dragged me into the arena.

Not a fight of fists or systems,

but a realm where serpents coil in the dust

and eagles claim the skies.

My strength? Gone.

My mind? Useless.

My pride? A hollow shell.

He let me dangle, serpent in claw,

soaring while my weapons rusted down below.