Sick and tired of being the same
I digress into another rant . . . or shall I?
Would that honor the Lord who has sustained
Delivered me from near-death and brought me to you?
Oh if there could just be a happy ending already my dear
Would I still angst over my words or lightly dance over the keys?
These are questions that will not be answered this night or even the next
As my beloved returns home to my side from his travels, refreshed from lack o’ drama.
I must find some joy to carry me out of this funk for the path to recovery is becoming clearer
Glimpses of what may be come through the struggles amuck and late night appointments with my Doctor who works too much.
But is it more than I, just wanting to be well? I think not for the rewards for victims are slim: our fellowship better not be tainted by our woes!
Would you and I be friends if it weren’t for our life paths diverted? Probably not so let’s not spend time there, just trust we were meant to be here now.
And I thank you for carrying me when I could not stand, liking my words when their worth eluded me in the dim of night, listening when most were asleep.
It is time to focus on the prize coming into view: this possible final leg of the race that will take all my strength as Mr. Herx clears the debris that soured my inner places.
I might just win. This life season just might end. Stay tuned, Gentle Reader. Please pray and I will do the same. Of course you know me all too well: I’ll be sure to letcha know… JJ