Venti Angst

so i took myself away, or more God told me to get away, to the berm. taking pen and pencil and warm clothing:

searching for something i known not what.
where, when, and how i lost it I do not know.
Did I ever have it?

God let me be warm.
[i]Why?[/i]
--asked a few minutes ago and now I am warm.

I'm cold again.
cold, maybe more than physically.
emotionally.
Spiritually.

peace, Joy, _________

is balance possible--with my personality
or shall I exist on only extremes of
intellectual, emotional, /spiritual, physical.

is time with God necessary,
or can I let him intertwine with "all else"?
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