Living in the Land of I Don’t Know by Lulu Logan
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| Image | Andrew Neel |
Living in the Land of I Don’t Know
Living in the land of I don’t know
Waiting for direction for which way to go
Waiting for the voice of the One who will show
When and where and why I should go
Yes, I’m living in the land of I don’t know.
Abiding in the space of I don’t know
It’s all a state of grace,
This I completely know.
Confused and scared as the four winds blow
Still living in the land of I don’t know.
Resting in the arms of the One who does know
Protected and connected from above and below
Not resisting where I am in the I don’t know
One step at a time, my path is aglow
As I float in the land of I don’t know.
This poem recently published in Journal of Expressive Writing.
© Lulu Logan
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| Lulu Logan Lulu and her three 4-legged children live happily together, cozily nestled every morning within the piles of pillows and blankets, welcoming the sunrise in Winter Garden, Florida. |
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