Chaos Keeper

 I can't remember the point of this mirror art work, but for many attempts tried to get all of our 5 faces in reflection.  As you can see it was just attempts. 

Lately, I feel like that this is what I am doing with the chaos not only in the world but personally in my life. I want to somehow corral the chaos into some order. The disparate threads to combine into some kind of manageable meaning.  But no matter how many attempts I make, nothing fits.

I don't even think it matters on what side of the political pendulum you land on, the world seems chaotic and uncertain. I was asking God this morning if there was any control he may have over AI and the warnings of doom I hear in the wind. Does God do AI?

School is rumbling to life and the inherent chaos tightens its steel chords around my summer - time peace. Will the students care, do I still have the creative juice to make lessons interesting?

What about health issues and relationship nuances? What do I do with all the hopes and dreams of all those I love and care for? 

What do I do with all the chaos in the garden, in my home, in things I own, in hobbies undone, in books unread? 

What do I wear to school? What purse holds all I need and not necessarily everything I MAY need? 

Will there be an end to the wars without and within? 

A whirlwind of the large and small, swirling in a watery chaotic void. 

This Sunday, whispers in the Holy Wind, ' I am your Chaos Keeper'.  

He hovers over my chaos as He did at creation, He will hold what I cannot gather.