I’m quite the mix – clearly one of a kind.
With powerful self-knowledge, but partially blind.
To those pesky habits that interfere with my sight.
Keeping me bound and out of the light.
Fear of rejection, needing it right.
Stress hormones triggered – it’s fight or it’s flight.
I am lonely when one; uncertain with more.
Confused by it all – losing me in a war.
It’s coming to a head, as the birds have all flown.
Feeling wrinkled, old, and somewhat wind-blown.
The storm of this season is rough on my heart.
Giving birth to an urge – a need to restart.
Repurpose and find a new reason to live.
I have more gifts inside that I think I can give.
To others who might be in this same stagnant place.
Wishing, wanting, needing God’s grace.
And so this mystery might no longer be.
As I slow down, be kind, and be grateful for me.
Get comfortable with living in this old, sagging skin.
Go down fighting – targeting a glorious win.
My victory will be measured in intangible ways.
Leaving my piece of this world set ablaze.
With the fire of the Spirit – He is my true friend.
I promise to serve Him until the bittersweet end.
But the end to this side is really a breakthrough.
To a place that has a clear, heavenly view.
So when it’s my time, I’ll leave feeling blessed.
Knowing I will be greeted by the best of the best.
Saints, family, friends who are now gone.
To the Father - the one to whom we belong.
And on that day, according to God’s plan,
I’ll give Him a hug and, by His grace, understand.
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