There’s an uncomfortableness
An awareness of my shortcomings
My voice escapes me
My thoughts go blank
There is no place to hide
It’s so quiet, except for the breeze through the trees
And a few birds, here and there
As I watch the river flow past me, I fidget
I sit in His presence
I sit in anticipation
Written March 22, 2026
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