I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Monday, November 20, 2017
Almost
“The saddest word
in the whole wide world
is the word almost.
He was almost in love.
She was almost good for him.
He almost stopped her.
She almost waited.
He almost lived.
They almost made it.”
Nikita
Gill
______________________
It feels, some days, as if all those things
for which I have reached
have slipped through my clumsy
fingers
eluding my grasp as surely as a snowflake
my dreams a visions of self
as a minister,
executive
parent, spouse
lover
hell
as a person!
have gone, far too often
slip sliding away
not quite lived out
almost love
almost kindness
almost integrity
almost honesty
almost effectiveness
but then again
I tried
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