World spins
and time treads
across pages
of my life.
A book I'm writing,
I didn't know.
I hold the pen
forming words
by choices
I make.
A book I'm writing,
I didn't know.
To this passage of time
may my words be true,
for I'm only going
once through.
~ Dorie
Lovely words.
ReplyDeleteSometimes I get a little freaked out about the one chance nature of this life. It's such a balance to walk in grace and to be intentional about living the way I'm supposed to. I think this poem captured that tension for me. Thank you for sharing it!
ReplyDeletetrue we only get one time through..and each choice, each experience is another page in our book...and each moment is one we never get back...
ReplyDeleteI love this Dorie - you have such a lovely way with words!
ReplyDeleteto this passage of time, may my words be true....
ReplyDeleteuttering this prayer with you, friend. so glad to 'meet' you :) e.
God has gifted you with a way with words. Keep sharing!
ReplyDelete"To this passage of time
ReplyDeletemay my words be true,
for I'm only going
once through."
really like this, can't wait to read more!
Wow, what an excellent metaphor for living life in light of the choices we make. Here's to making good choices.
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