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Mother of the Tumbleweed

Holy Mother of the Tumbleweed
of powerful wildebeest migration,
of itchy feet,
You see me as I ache to move
yet resist You the same. You know
my instincts, like You
guide monarchs with your magnetic pull,
and You urge the Ridley sea turtles to their nests
on warm ocean currents.
Understand my resistance to Your call--
when my fearful feet push against
the mud making gaping tracks, when
I choose to close up and protect myself
from newness and change.
Help me unfold myself to your call.
Let me see the new horizon
and the lessons written squarely on it.
Allow me to settle my ego anxiety
and trust the mystery of travel,
of movement, of change,
as purposeful,
guiding lessons as I learn to choose fearlessness
on Your safe, undulating, mysterious path.

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