Calling
Posted 5 days late, because life became full. I thought about setting the ‘published’ date as the 7th for the sake of maintaining consistency across the posts, clean and neat. This last summer was not clean and neat, but it was beautiful, full and challenging. My routine was interrupted. I did not post on the 7th. Summer came to an end, and fall schedule began. The transition is chaotic and exhausting and fulfilling. Leaving this post as ‘late’ is one way for me to let go of that control piece and accept the beauty that is revealed in the grace made necessary by my shortcomings and imperfections.
This was one of my first poems (of the first 3 or 4) I wrote as I began to explore this interest and gift. So in light of imperfections, overdue posts, beautiful memories, and the hope of new seasons; here’s a poem:
Don’t wait, start now
You don’t have the time to figure out ‘how’
You know what to do
You know who you are
It’s come time to move
If you want to get far
It’s dark, and it’s lonely
It’s cold, and it hurts
But good pace is not only
Determined in spurts
No stopping and starting
No looking behind
With old ways you’re parting
Their death warrant signed
There’s promise ahead
Plenty up yonder
So lift up your head
Embrace childlike wonder
If you look to the side you’ll see smiling faces
And they have all seen you in your darkest places
But they’re smiling because they can see in your eyes
The resolve and the passion pursuing your prize
Don’t forget about them because they’ll pick you up
They’ll call you out when you’re thinking’s messed up
But don’t stare too long or you’ll step to the side
And that’s not where you’re going
Nor where you reside
For your home is up further it’s the end of the road
The place you belong where you can take off your load
But only for a moment to enjoy an embrace
For that’s the beginning of a whole ‘nother race
It’s riddled with struggle but soaking in grace
So chose to be faithful
With what you’ve been given
Hope for the future
For your past is forgiven
Love sacrificially
Love even the worst
Because you were initially
Yes, you;
Were loved first
Photo Credit: Jose Larochelle @Larochelleimages
