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Lost But Closer
by Marijo Phelps When I was little I used to sit through talent shows Anticipating every act And counting those to follow Halfway through the countdown began And I'd be sadder when each Successive act was finished (Except of course at my sister's Piano recitals when I couldn't wait To leave) And as I grew I used to hate for relationships to stop Not being able to count down the Minutes left I would ignore signs of The proverbial curtain time And instead try to reach back Grasping illusions of what might Have been. And as I grow now I know what the next step is. Not wanting my relationship with Life to be over I used to want to stay in a given Point of time yet have no regrets That I never did But I'm still In "prime time" and I fear the thought Of getting old, not older But narrow, set in my ways, Unwilling to bend or change or Experience and grow. May I always be able To keep my head young, Remain aware and alert And live my life Instead of having my life live me. My blog is: http://myincrediblelord.blogspot.com/ (C) Marijo Phelps all rights reserved. Use with proper credits. About Self Saved by His grace in 1974, from 9 years of professing atheism into His loving arms. RN for 23 years, missionary with YWAM then statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ over 9 years. Living with my husband in the middle of a mountain meadow. GRIN! Wanting to spread the good news Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |