The carvings…litter my journey’s floor…
I’m not…done
Still being chiseled, I’m lead where we’ve been before
and I am so aware…I’m not…done
Those unconquered places… we revisit, again...
are not at all about now, but the end
Growth, so vital and necessary…
is taught on paths…made revelatory
Each ordained hour, it goes on
Your Hands gently bend, mold…dawn to dawn
Yet, one day, one fine day, me…made perfect…
with this earthy race over and won,
will alight with You…Home, without a speck
…Done!
Psalm 119:71, 2nd Corn 3:18, 1Corn 2:9
copyright; 7/1/20-jmsbell
Ron
Love ya!
Jane
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