Tuesday, May 10, 2011


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


  1. Very nice, Jack.

    I feel that way just about every day.

    Thanks for sharing.

  2. Hi Steve,

    Maybe 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,