loitered outside the Olive Garden parking lot chatting past midnight, climbed rocks, rode bikes, mingled at a housewarming party, etc…I became aware that this single life really is quite fun. I usually can do what I want when I want and enjoy my friendships and situation in life. 
But then I attend a wedding, and as elated I am for this wonderful couple, I still fight feelings of jealousy, even anger at God that He doesn’t allow good marriages for everyone who desires that. Just between you and me, the older I get the harder it is for me to accept being single. God has placed some amazing guys in my life—for a reason and for a season—for now, I just keep climbing, and writing silly little poems.Between the Rock and an empty place.
The Rock is where I know I can find solid ground;
the empty place is where I step off and fall.
The Rock is where I find steadiness,
the empty place, no footing at all.
The Rock holds me firm, knowing all will turn out for the best,
the wind whispers through the empty place
“You must take control and never rest.”
I’m stuck right in between the Rock and the empty place,
gripping for life. I keep climbing, trying for a steady pace,
wondering if I’ll ever reach the top,
hoping I don’t get dropped.
The Rock never changes;
the empty place looms larger
if I take my eyes off the Way.
Longing for someone to join me on this route,
the Rock remains without a doubt.
3 comments:
Keep writing honestly. I just love your heart.
Good thoughts, my friend. Stay right in the middle of that tension- the reality behind the shadow is what you'll find there. There is Life in the tension between the trinkets we ask for and the diamonds he has in mind.
beautiful...'nough said.
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