Starting Out

I wrote a little poem for Circle of Hope. You can read it below, or watch and listen to me read it above. I thought I’d share.

I’m not sure the waiting is the hardest part

I think maybe the starting might be

What if it’s new? 

A new place, a new path, a new way of doing it

What if I’ve never been there, or don’t know the way?

What if I’ve been here too long or only ever gone this way or done it that way?

How can I know where I’ll wind up, or make sure it turns out the way I want it to?

How can I be sure of what the future holds?

The truth is, I can’t 

I can’t know what the future holds

Because each day is a gift, full of surprises

We see some days as good, sometimes wildly so

We see some days as bad, sometimes tragically so

But to be alive and experience whatever comes, that’s pure gift

I can’t know where the path may lead

I can’t know if things will turn out the way I want them to

And truth be told, it’s probably better that things not go the way I want them to some of the time 

Because I don’t know what I don’t know

No, I don’t know what the future holds, but I know who holds me 

In the past, present, and future

So I’ll start out

Sometimes waiting is a kind of starting too

And finding something hard is just another unexpected, but temporary place

In a journey full of surprises

Apparently I Write Poetry

An early morning beckons

The sun not yet visible, its light blankets the horizon

Nature sounds abound: birds chirp, bugs make bug sounds

The day, yet unwritten, is bursting with potential:

the promise of a dear one’s visit to share a meal

knowledge that the saints will gather to be the church

and the joy that comes with purpose, the chance to be and do that for which we are created

Lord, let it be so