I’m threatened by it, God.
I want to escape.
In the agony of inertia
In the fear of failing,
Come to me in redeeming love.
Restore to me my Work.

O God of this study,
this desk, this computer.
O God of my Work Place.

Quicken all that is within me
Yet every cell & micro-cell
To Worship you –
To live and flourish
Here where I am now
At my desk, car, phone, city,
Work.

Your thoughts guiding my Mind
Your love feeding my Heart
Your power giving me Courage
To breast the Seasons,
Fine or ill.

The idea of primary perception in all living cells,
+ the idea of "all creation worshiping",
+ "all who have the Spirit" groaning with creation (Ro8).
= made me consider my worship,
not only when at one with the bush, but also
as learning to flourish in the harsh conditions of my office.