“Perhaps”
Perhaps, at least, I could depict this view –
Fifth floor – three weeks will still seem new,
And then I’ll settle in, no longer see
This life re-newed – effect it has on me.Of course, this morning it gives me unease –
New-people-meeting is for me no breeze,
But I don’t even see the newer ones,
Like pre-teen who to adolescence comes.“Stu, don’t be rash, it settles out in time;
And seventies ahead which soon are thine
Will have demands you never thought would be,
As life moves on from here, now viewed engagingly.”Lord, help me to wrap up what needs to do,
Not to drag it on if that’s no use to You
Or me, as we press on – a garden tier;
Just do my time, fulfill Your work ’round here.Lord, Moses comes to mind – the burning Bush,
Which made his life change course – was quite enough
For him as he played part he would for them –
Releasing, leading, for he would not bend.That is, our age and stage can be of use
To You just as we are – need no excuse,
But rather, we can “walk-the-talk-the-walk”,
Of fifth-floor life out from the life You’ve wrought.Thanks Lord for this.
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