Stand (or) Grapes Of Rapt

In the Lion’s share of a lifetime
I stood for nothing
stood among many
yet sensed and struggled with unbearable loneliness
was part of a large family
yet a stranger…estranged even whilst among
especially so…
a misfit…
an outsider within walls
walked many miles
lived many lives within one
all without standing
towered above grasses and insects
yet still so small
limited by mind-full-ness
Now that I know where to stand
how to walk…
I have reached the limits
of one side of a destination
and can clearly see the other
And under the wait of blessed consequences
where…
I can barely either walk or stand
the wee bit yielded from the pressing
more impactful
in guided applications
than the mighty giant-felling strokes of yore
 never ever desired to be of service
As fervently as in the “Now”
in any capacity humbly gifted
So be it!
With full-ness of joy…by invitation of a King
graciously accepted.

wine presses

AND THEN AGAIN…

 

SOMETIMES LIFE CAN THROW A WICKED CURVEBALL AT US…

 

SHE WAS DOING JUST FINE UNTIL ATTEMPTING THE SHOW STOPPING “LOOK AT ME!” GRAND FINALE.

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