The Stewardship Of "Stuff "

So here I am – your birthday, Dad;
I contemplate the things you had;
You lost a lot past fifty, then
You lost the rest right at the end.

The strange thing was, it mattered not
When Doc told you, ‘You've cancer got’.
On your agenda it was not,
You shifted all to your new lot.

You cared for stuff, though not the main
Thing in your life – 'twas not to gain
A heap of stuff and tend it well –
Such life to you, that would be hell.

But I now come to this strange point
When I can't focus on the point
Of many tasks all at one time,
So ask myself of role that's mine.

Take van – a project which has grown
As I consider house and home,
And how to best move on from here,
Enriching life of mother dear.

A move was not the best of thoughts,
So how to do the tasks I ought
Within the confines of the cash
Available to do each task?

I think I see it – hold the course;
Pay capital without remorse;
Let running costs be paid by mom
Till all her traveling days are done.

That means a tighter rein on things
Until the end of life, which brings
Me back to stewardship of stuff –
Amount of time to do so much.

In all this, Dad, I crazy am –
In doing this – do what I can;
I'm letting go of my sweet way
Lest looking back I rue the day –

When I chose me – to get ahead
Avoiding loss since you've been dead;
Beholden I to none this day
Pulled cash from house – make right my way.

Lord, as I choose this tougher path
Help me to walk this Way at last,
And learn from you how best to live
That good in end account I'll give.

Lord, all I do, bad gather up
(Mistakes I've made when things were rough),
That at this time all levels out,
So I go forward with a shout.

Then if there's other ways to take
Corrective steps – old slack to make
A thing of naught – it's clearly mine
So doing late tasks which were mine.

Perhaps that's good incentive, when
To do what's needed – now not then –
And shift my focus to my stuff,
From putting off such things too much.

Lord help me cut deep – to the bone
Lest shift to care of what I own
Be insufficient to the day,
And all I getis failure’s way.

Help me to turn that dial of love
Full range – restraint-abandon ’cause
It's new to me in lots of ways,
‘Hold back too much’ –‘excssive days’.

I fear my ‘self-survival’ mode,
And long to come full under load
Of life poured out for other folks,
Mixed in with laughter, fun, and jokes.

I fear my side of prideful state
In how folks figure how to take
My actions – I like high esteem –
In fact I do ‘step nine’ when seen –

For I'm not happy with my work –
I've sloppy been, sometimes a jerk;
This money-task and tending stuff
Has been for me somewhat too much.

But here I found in this new break
An unexpected way to make
Amends for all my silly ways;
Bring under load these present days.

Lord, what I hear in these affairs
Is ‘if you want as yours what's theirs,
Then rectify that past mistake,
Then from your toil your new steps make.

Clean up your past – move on from here
In me, My son, your path all clear;
Let go of how the world is run,
And walk My ‘Way’ – enjoy the fun.

The laughter starts right now, not ‘then’,
Here, as you walk the ways of men
And try things out, My Way in theirs,
And see just how each life compares –

For they're not wrong, you'll see each day;
Don't judge so much, explore their ways;
Freefall into their daily life;
How you do best – without the strife.

For in that task you'll find your way
Made clear by Me in each new day;
Two tasks had challenges galore;
This one, till death, will challenge more.

For life is just a piece it is;
What's clear when small, holds for big biz;
So move right in and look around,
See ‘what's the key in what's been found’.

Okay, my Lord, if I hear right
‘Start where you are, and make things right;
Come under load, take task at last;
And walk with You – and have a blast! –

‘Those files put center on your desk,
Not off to side as something less;
Too long they've lain as second string;
It's time to front and center bring.’

Now that's so strange, but okay, Lord,
I'll take you now, right at Your word –
First action-step in that I've made;
In joy I'll walk this path You've laid.

Grace me this day to walk ahead;
Take action-steps to lead my head;
Lift in this way reluctant acts;
Then hear Your word's new way – in facts.

Thanks.

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