What can I do?
I said to my God,
and my God looked at me
and he looked at me odd

What do you mean son,
what can you do?
Son just do nothing,
it’s not all on you.

Nothing? I said.
Not one single task?
Yes, God replied,
is that too much to ask?

Put down your tools,
roll up your plans
shut down your spreadsheets
and empty your hands.

Turn off the chatter
silence your thoughts,
banish your shoulds and your
musts and your oughts.

Arrest all your doing
and rest now in me.
This time’s just for being.
So be here. With me.