Good friends, friends who know our warts and still love us to pieces.
Friends, closer than family, who
I suspect know us better than ourselves
after all they’ve got a ring side seat to all our antics; only thing missing is the popcorn
Why am I concerned with what they think or for that matter what I think?
God knows, and yet continues to include me in Creation.
Am I a critical and unique link in the whole scheme of things or just a metaphor.
Are my worst mistakes my best contributions or is it those times
when I scored myself a perfect ten?
How much and in what way does my laughter and
my tears contribute one iota to anything..
Am I part of the spit that keeps everything together?
Or am I a particle of tension keeping everything from colliding.
What is it?
Am I this or that or…am I this and that?
My bumbling speech? My misspoken and mistaken word?
My gravity dragging actions?
Is it in spite of them or because of them?
Is it my experiences stacked high with age or is it my ignorance of tomorrow?
After three quarters of a century under my belt are
the few remaining years to contain my main event?
Will I recognize it or will it be like so many others in the past
just another day at the office?
Will I participate or sit idly by?
Will I sit on my comfortable old ass or get up and take the risk?
God what ever is your will use my love hungry heart, my memory filled mind and my love –to-tell-a-story tongue as instruments of Your love and Your peace.