Sometimes my life gets to. . .

Spinnin' n-uh

Hummin' 'n-uh

Buzzin' 'n-uh

Rockin' to the Reelin'

SO FAST

that my friends hafta holla,

"GiT-a-GrIp girlfren' --an' chill;

cuz ever'-thang's gonna work out......................someday."

("WHEW!" to myself I say.)

So, I slam on the brakes

reduce the heat index inside my

maserati-state-of-mind, and flip on the caution lights. . .

then, I ask myself,

"Self, now are you crazy 'nuff to think the Lord God wouldn't have you a-carryin'all these strange beasts of burden if He knew you would NOT be okay?"

so 'guess it just seems that

NEXT time when I bust loose into a tail spin all I need to do is simply take my second-wind and search out into the sublime

and perhaps I'll find all that Spinnin' 'n-uh

Hummin' 'n-uh

Buzzin' wasn't at all worth

the kamakazi commotion

much less the richter-scale rockin' an' a-reelin',

(and y'all know what?) surprisingly

I find I'm a-feelin' a bit less tense,

not to mention, WAY less dense that when I

hit the cockpit this mornin' and headed down life's daily runway

So "THANK YOU Su-WEET JESUS"

for another perspective/I've been blessed to slip my feet into milk and honey promised land of Calgon,

and babycakes, if beat-down feets could testify, my 10 cantata toes would be-a-shoutin' a hallelujah chorus of

"e-YAY-man!"

© 2004 by cynth'ya lewis reed