Dear God, there is safety here, in the quiet with you. When I rise and circulate, this circle of calm may dissipate. I may be assailed. Or I may encounter elation.
Lord, when I am flying about, subject to so many forces and feelings, will I be able to recall this quiet moment? This, here, is reality, not the buffeting winds. Those are illusion.
Tomorrow with its tumult is fantasy.
Let me inhabit reality today, sweet Lord. Let it be timeless.