Skip to main content

B is for Don't Panic

*Read this piece in church a few Sundays back. The irony of it was not lost to me, the Monday morning after. Be Blessed.

The Lord is my Shepherd
I'm done panicking!
His eyes are bigger than mine and his plot points are tighter.
Empire after Empire avail themselves to nothing.
The same struggle that was, is, and soon will be
Shifting sands bring no comfort and the gravel makes open mouths hoarse.
Therefore I shall not panic!
Though perception says differently
And reality looks like THIS is the end....
I will not accelerate the inevitable.
My chest.... will remain stable.

This isn't Apathy
Or a Que Sera Sera mentality 
It's just the knowledge that today is where I'm supposed to be.

And I will train for the future
And be mindful of the present
But I'm not omniscient.
And if the Alpha isn't troubled by Omega
Then why should I bother?
Do I know better, than he who saw the last day 
From the first....
The best from the worst....

Times have changed and yet remain.
But I shall not panic!
God, fundamentally is still the same.

September 15th, 2013
Tracy j Hutchings


Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

B is for Loving Boys

90's boy love - Joey n Chandler....
a moment of randomness between Catharsis videos

There are boys I love. And they love me. And we’re open about it. Just last Saturday I got a text message from one of those boys who said “I love you too man” in response to something I said. My boys are artists, artistes, atheists, and agirl (who is in fact one of the boys so hence the addition to the category) fathers, brothers and high school musicals (Jed and Umar will get that one – lol). We share ideas, music, random nothingness and Brent Worthington . We approve, reprove and listen to each other. I think the girl that I end up with must in fact be like the boys I love. Good looks aside… please… have some substance. One of my boys is appalled that I watched Gossip Girl (if you’re going to bash it… know what it is first) and has for this [and other minor reasons] jokingly labeled me a homosexual. But he who looks like Miley Cyrus with rainbow bandanas should not talk [chuckles]. I love my boys…

Play of the Week WK #6

B is for The Haunting October

--> I first felt it in the shower. Nostalgia. Creeping up my leg and resting on my shoulder. Bony fingers caresses in that sickeningly sweet way nostalgia often does. It was the end of September or the beginning of October... That night in the shower when I remembered an old October, reading poetry at a wine factory; with sandwiches as big as your face. And I remembered two tables. Friends and a girl. And it was October. The sealing of fate. 2008.
Days passed but not before the memory of darkness and a knife. The surgery that changed me... And it was October. October or go to Heaven. 2007.
Time passed and so did my expectations. Fluctuations in blood flow in the head causes heart to flutter for another. Infatuation of the highest order. The beginning of tears and sighs of"it's not fair" and the wandering nature of soul; I'm done, turn me over. And it was October. All my queries I vowed to shelve. 2012.
And Sunday. When I threw the scroll and claimed I was don…