Life Most Precious

I watch as the rain gently falls and it reminds me of the tears on my heart.

I think of so many things; my love, my joy; children’s laughter, kissing in the dark.

Though these cold winds blow bringing darkness and rain.

Life; most precious life becomes evermore a most uncertain thing.

Things that I thought once to be of importance no longer seem to be.

Worries which burdened my soul, are but naught in the scheme of things.

I think of Leah, I think of love; I ponder this precious moment granted by grace.

I now wonder; I now walk in fear; I say much; I say nothing; I pray for strength for what I am to face.

What does it mean when I pen these words of this a most fearful heart?

What chance do they provide that of this pleasure I shall never part?

I speak now in riddles, I speak in broken rhyme.

I long for nothing more than simple, most precious time.

So bear with me as I walk you along this uncertain way.

Hold up not just in memory, press on toward the mark…and by all means afforded to you, reverently pray.

J. Allen Wilson © 11-26-2007