How does one solve the God-given problems
of illness, old age, disability, and poverty?
These are for us to become who we were supposed to become,
and to learn to love the way we were meant to love.
These are designed to stop us in our pointless pursuits,
and engineered to point us in another more meaningful direction.
These are not problems to be solved or overcome,
but they are the lessons that lead us to an understanding of the problem.
These bring us to life's edge where we strain to peer in to the other side,
and they allow us to look back at life from a better vantage point.
These are not life's obstacles;
They are its very essence.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
My Path in Fall
Those beautiful
yellows and browns
obscure the path
beneath my rounds.
But you, path, are still
mine, and as such
unchanged you are
where my feet touch.
Changing colors
precede decay
and then, their shield
is blown away,
revealing what
I knew at birth;
and as I aged
I'd learned your worth.
yellows and browns
obscure the path
beneath my rounds.
But you, path, are still
mine, and as such
unchanged you are
where my feet touch.
Changing colors
precede decay
and then, their shield
is blown away,
revealing what
I knew at birth;
and as I aged
I'd learned your worth.
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