Losing what was never mine
Spectral idols tempting me
Fruitless paths and ravaged time
Companions in my misery
Fading hopes refuse decline
Distracted thoughts mocking me
Circle now this body find
A dying dream not to be
Yet ‘neath these ruins’ wasted climb
The quiet recall in memory
Reasserts the truth sublime
Through loss, life found eternally
Jack Miller - August 28, 2008
Very nice, Jack.
ReplyDeleteI feel that way just about every day.
Thanks for sharing.
Hi Steve,
ReplyDeleteMaybe that is an indication of God's sovereign work in our lives:
Romans 8:
36 Even as it is written, For thy sake we are killed all the day long; We were accounted as sheep for the slaughter.
37 Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.
best to you,
Jack