The Pied Piper of Christ, or So I think

Sometimes biting off
Much more than I should

Is something I do
Just to avoid You

It’s not what I’ve planned
Or do knowingly

I realize I’ve done it
When You’re not close to me

I’ll run a new show
Or start a new business
I’ll paint the whole house
Or at least half
It is pointless

But to focus on You
Means to focus on me

And I guess that is
What I’m Avoiding
Now I see

I go through the motions
I show up and I pray
I sing out my heart
On the holiest of days

I guide little children
The pied piper of Christ
But with all those activities
I’m still just not right

For to truly be who
I know the person that’s free
I’d have to stop moving
Long enough
And just be

To do what is right
For the others around me
Not to serve every
Tom, Dick and Sally
That need me

Making promises
Of things I will do
Just you wait
I’ll pull it together
And it will be great

But great things don’t come
From frantic exertion
They come from the heart
And quiet reflection

To sit and read psalm
To savor each moment
Not think about tomorrow
The next day
This moment!

This moment is all I should
Concern myself with
To wake up and thank You
And at days end the same

Everything in between
Are gifts that You’ve given
But I am too busy
planning out my next mission

Of getting all tied up in things
I can’t complete
And changing my mind
Sometimes in a week

But there’s one thing I know
That always holds and is true
I can always look up
And I always see You

See You in my children
In their smiles and their frowns
See You in the trees and
The grass that’s still brown
Hear You in the voices of
Sweet little cherubs
Not Broadway
Not Vegas
Just little St. Rose‘s

To think that I can do all
These things and forget
Is why I am human
And You are my net
You catch me each time
I turn into myself
And remind that life
Is not a self perpetuating wreck

So today I am thinking
To slow down a bit
And focus on this life
You have given And live it

Live in the kitchen
Live at morning masses
Live cleaning bedrooms
And Rosary hatches
Live in supermarkets
Stocking up for my family
And try not to start something
That shouldn’t be happening

Its a wonder why You are still
Mentioned in books
And researched and doubted
And questioned of truth
If You weren’t the True One
The meaning of life
Then all of us wouldn’t want
Seek out Your light.

I’ll stop now
For one of the things that I do
Is write, write, write, write
When I should just talk to You!

About goplayintraffic

My Blog, which began as a mommy blog and turned into a writing website,, is the product of my years of being home with my children and trying to find ways to keep myself sane. I have always had this feeling, coming from a single mother, that I have to contribute financially and that I have to be able to take care of myself and my children. having been married, being a NYC school teacher, having four children, living in Newtown, CT and trying to find a way to get through each day with a smile has always been something I've strived for. My stories, articles and poems will do a lot of things but mostly make you feel. I think that is what is so wonderful about having the ability to write. I have been given the gift of taking my emotions and transferring them to written word. Once that is done, I can share those words with others who may feel better, maybe just for a moment, but better nonetheless having read my words. I am glad you are here and hope you will stay:)
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