Kiss the Joy? or "What me worry?"

this morning I woke

not early

not late

I seem to be a creature of habit lately

and in the dull grey

of an overcast morning

my mind

thought about though things past

things present

but mostly about things future

I thought about this morning

do I get up now

or later

feed the horses early, or wait till its light

and what about worship

what time do I want to drive down to that

quaint place

where our little outpost of the kingdom 

sometimes meets

and what will I do this afternoon?

and so my mind wandered

through the day 

the week

the months

the years ahead

and so I speculated

ruminated

and so plotted and worried

until

I was wound up in the tendrils of 

so many

thoughts 

and so many "what ifs"

that I could barely breathe

and my future

closed in around me

smothering

leaving me feeling empty

hopeless

and in that moment I knew

that it was time to

be

in this moment

in this day

it was time to breathe

it was time to 

smell, and feel and taste

this moment

to live it fully

it was time to 

"kiss the joy" (Blake)

as 

it 

flies

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He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise.

William Blake