As I step into the 76^th year of this race

I reflect, with gratitude…all it took

for me to acknowledge my fall from grace

when I acquired a ‘need’ to float on ‘owner’s brook’

It was some years ago that I came to this conclusion

while considering my losses with a tear

certainly, it was necessary for every endured contusion

for I learned…what was gold and what was drear

Of a truth, had I only known…

the ‘relief’ that it would give

I could have avoided every groan

of being ‘pushed’ through the sieve

Yes, I survived that portion of my pilgrimage

but only because I had a Faithful Partner

who covered me through storms visage

where often I detoured and did falter 

At this time in my life, I’m in a clear place

and am totally unashamed of my house dusting

now, I’m able to…see…My Redeemer’s Face

admitting gratefully, down here…I own nothing

But there was a time when ‘ownership’ did matter

and I saw worldly possessions as…my ticket in

I thought…my ‘things’ heaped on an intellectual platter

would surely purchase Salvation and cover my sins

However, on judgement day no ‘rusting’ thing will appear

not one possession will eradicate the reckoning of Eloi

as, in His Book our every word, action & deed will be there

from the hour of our birth…when first-breath did seep

Thank You O Lord, my Eternal, Everlasting Czar

You taught me the value of…You

for Thou, O God are Worth More, by far

than everything I’ve ever owned…old or new

And how Your Love does continue to Glisten

in all its Saving Majesty and Power

thus, before Thee I bow and do hasten…

to Honor You…for guiding me to this virgin hour

With no earthen thing between, I turn to worship & adore

relishing my lack of corruptible wealth….

all that I am, all that I have…is Yours

At 76 years...down here, I own nothing, not even myself

Ephesian 2:8-10

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