How will I spend this day?

I wrote this on a windy Sunday when I woke up feeling unwell and low. It was my attempt at finding the good on a challenging day, a day when I could easily feel preoccupied by pain and my limitations. On those days time can slip past me in a restless haze, but not if I catch the moments and remember to read good things, and hear from those who inspire me. Then the day passes well, and my heart feels nourished.

Minutes ticking by, lost in thought,
caught in anxiety, 
confusion, 
distraction.

Unattended, that's where the minutes go.
But there's another way, 
a way to catch them, and plant them, 
like seeds. 

Minutes held with care 
offered in prayer, 
and spent gathering wisdom.

Then, minutes become steps on the path 
of this lost soul walking home.