life is in session and here i am
caught with my stubby pencil
taking notes in some shorthand i think i'll remember
only to be left with gibberish upon review
behind the wheel scribblin notes on my hand
mind is racing
a list of chores and calls and contacts to make today
i know darn well i wont complete even 3 of em
its just that kind of day(mushy in my head)
im not quite apathetic but i am definitely tardy
not enough motivation to be delinquent even
life is in session and im in the special class
feels more like the burn ward
gaping searing peeling stinking wounds
and hushed voices and looks of pity
change is constant-tho often hard to notice.
life may be seemingly still-yet time is marching on.
slithering maybe is a better description
as i dont notice until im in the crosswalk
and the cars are honking at me
that there has been shift and i must get into the flow,
the current thats carrying my life to destination.
things are happening, there are signs.
im so grateful i have come to understand
that my reading of signs can be so skewed.
life is marching on in all directions.
my kids are marching on-the eldest just turned 31.
thats a head scratcher-lol-how can we be the same age?
my dear friends show signs of age-
tho i know these things happen regardless of age-
too many embroiled with cancer, other things-
things that happen to grown ups only-...
the opportunity to feel so many feelings
for people i love is a gift.
the chance to pray and think of others incessantly-
it helps the time pass w/o putting myself under the microscope.
so in some strange way-im actually exercing faith on all fronts,
accidently-accidentally becoming more selfless.
and definitely more peaceful. ;^ )
doing what im commissioned to do-
this is the result-growth, time passing.
and it not crawling because im not
turning each moment over in my hand,
rather im carried along in the flow thats intended
for all of our lives.
wow-what a design for living!
how come i never could come up with it-
or maintain it very well.? derrr
nevermind-ill just be grateful.
one big difference between God and me;
He never thinks he's me..
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