The struggle, who is winning?
I am not that’s certain,
With problems am I brimming?
Of the soul, my burden,
Wrestling with the spirit deep,
That tells me this and tells me that,
To fill my deepest need,
I’ve been called to bat,
Lift that weighty bat with courage,
Take some aim not wait to long,
Strike it while you have the urge,
And strike it hard, and strike it long,
Sitting in the dugout friend,
Waiting for the call,
Time is running out my friend,
Hiding out to stall,
Thoughts of what is best and what is not,
Reach deep into my soul,
Take aim with all you’ve got,
Take aim to reach life’s goal.
That last call will come soon enough,
No time to think it when,
Can then you say, you’ve done your stuff,
To reach God’s pastured glen.
Merry Christmas with Love,
Eileen
Be always safe,
Karen