Being Still

I spend a lot of time outside alone
Allowing idle thoughts to roam
A fallow field still will grow
And warn me what my habits sow

I spend a lot of time inside my head
Dwelling on the things I've said
On deeds misdone and looks misplaced
The "Shoulds" I left as empty space

I spend a lot of time inside my heart
Skittish for the unhurt parts
Remembering homes, long-lost friends
Grieving necessary ends

I spend a lot of time inside my soul
Digging deeper, growing whole
Forsaking idols for His will
Beknowing I'm Beloved still.