A new Tuesday.
Forty-five minutes have already vanished.
What to write? What to remember?
I spent time with Samarah today. She told me of her only guy friend Lee. She said he bought her 100 white roses one time and never asked for anything in return. She said he was the only guy that loved her for her and never tried to sleep with her. I wondered then why she referred to him in past tense. Finally she said he was killed by a drunk driver two years ago.
What am I doing?
I received a letter from Rachel today, simply thanking me for my visible walk with the Lord.
I used to be full of so many words, but now I’m speechless.
Sheltered from pain
Full of thought
I have lived among roses
Someone else chopped off the thorns.
Wrinkles from my smile
Proof of my constant grin
I glide down the curly hair of joy
Into the lap of loved ones.
My sorrow is not worth noting
My pain should not be considered
Others hurt worse than me
And I can’t take their pain.
I reach for the moon
Others only reach for their mirror
I live in grace
Others in the emptiness of their reflection.
Why me?
Why was I chosen?
Shirley someone else…
Yet me!
I am nothing
I am no better
I simply grew up in the truth
Others grew up in lies.
I’m seen as odd
But this faith is so normal
My sword is of live-giving pages
Theirs if of venom-dipped words.
The clock away is ticking
The water faucet is dripping
Each second is clicking
And I still have my grin.
Will others find that smile
And live in the eternal while
The sun has gone down today
Will come again tomorrow to stay
At least for a little while.
