Exhaustion

Today I tapped my reserves.
Practiced piano all morning.
Sang Barbershop all afternoon.
Rehearsed guitar all evening.
Engineered sound in the late hours.
Woke insomniac in the wee hours.
Returned a van in the early hours.
It's now 5 a.m. here after the time change.
I am exhausted.

Then I thought: God only knows exhaustion vicariously through His creation.

GOD himself is utterly incapable of EXHAUSTION!

Psalm 1

Plant my soul's tree by your water.
Drink your word.
Taste your truth.
Fed.
Filled.
Content!

Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3...

We ensure we are heard well.

How often do we return God the same favor?

THE Thespian

The roar of the greaspaint
the smell of the crowd
grow instantly faint.
Though he doesn't speak loud
he commands attention
and, before he's bowed
paints character worth mention.
This life-ending role taints
every retention:
His robe is a shroud.