Just
when things were going fine,
The
roof caved in again,
The
pipes were frozen,
Power
went off
And
it was only then
I
realized that I had a chance
To
choose a different road.
But
maybe if I went that way
I’d
have to bear the load
Of
something unexpected,
Of
something just brand new,
A
possibility things would change
And
leave me in a stew.
I
might require surgery to make room
For
new thoughts,
I
might discover that my life would
Then
incur new “oughts”.
New
names to then remember,
New
ways to make my way,
I
just might have to then become
Another
self at play.
I’d
have to make adjustments
To
how I live my life,
Including
how I deal with trust
And
pain and woe and strife.
Who
knows what else would happen?
What
things would soon occur?
I
might discover different food,
Not
things that I prefer.
So
maybe now I think that
I
like my little rut,
I
feel so safe and satisfied,
No
turmoil in my gut.
Yet
maybe God has other plans
For
me and for my life
That
might make all the difference
Just
like butter cut by knife.
So
being safe and sorry
Are
the things I must release,
And
follow where God leads me
Is
perhaps my path to…
Peace,
Alex
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