Stress is a word
life teaches us to spell.
We are all well-acquainted
with worry
that wicked worm
that eats us
from the inside out.
Which goes to show
we are not as clever
as we imagine.
Bird-brained is hardly
a compliment,
yet our feathered friends
have the right idea.
They never sweat the details
like fretting about
where their next meal
is coming from.
They know Jehovah-jireh
is on the job.
The lilies know this too.
They leave their
fragrant finery
up to the Creator.
We would do well
to take note.
I remind myself
time and again
worry is a long jump
off a short pier.
It gets us nowhere
we want to be.
Better to invest
our spiritual currency in
the Bank of Heavenly Trust.
No deposit, no return.
1 Corinthians 4:1–5, Matthew 6:24–34