Complex rhythms simple rhymes,
We all need places of respite in times.
like these.

I have a voice but singing music is not,
Where my gifts are and can't be bought,
or found.

I have found a place of ultimate rest,
I don't take enough time there, blessed
to know Him.

Information pours like an incessant odd storm,
absorbed or reflected terabytes are now the norm,
measure God?