STANDING IN OPPORTUNITY'S WAKE

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JOURNAL #19

uncertainty rules

and oh how I do so hate such a

preoccupatory driving force

as my muse dearly covets the very

freedom of one's lone enlightened

thought

I wither in my need for some much

more focused air

why the lungs would literally beg

for the chance at such a fantastic

barter

as my malicious mind constantly

plays the future out

in small, mildly terrified bits

before the easily startled

horror behind my very own groggy,

sleep deprived, gritty eye lids

simple perplexion long ago

faltered in her step

just where I am going

such ponder attempts to lose me

at every conceivable turn

and at just what speed

shall I impact

such sharp questions crawl around

wounded in my mind

fully knowing there are no handy catch

phrases for one small town girl's lack

of tact

so much monkey of vague fear rides me

unmercifully through it all

into pendulum after harrowing pendulum

of the coming unforseen horizons

mystery's dance begins to sweat

jagged little silver bullets

aimed directly at my heart

already I have become doubt's own

favorite pet

and the collar I am forced to wear

rather smarts

my once so stubbornly stable center ground

has suddenly shifted beneath me

leaving me shaken

where I would be best

if rather stirred

I find I have become hopeful even when

terribly leery

concerned and cautious

where I use to preside as undecidedly

dreary

now I'm but a mess with minimal reason

an untried wood

one might even guess

though harvested out of season

I lean more heavily now upon God

for even my life's littlest peace

he has been so selfless and generous

sleep now regularly comes

to embrace me in a loving hug

that even my own fear can not intrude

upon

blessed be those who are easily able to

not worry about what with it tomorrow brings

as God's own touch surely lays in their

own outlooks sunny reign..............

(Oct. 10, 1998)






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