I received an e-mail today,
And it made me think back a bit;
To times of happy memories,
And to others the flames had licked.

It’s amazing how one can dwell,
On all the things that have gone wrong;
While forgetting the pleasant times,
That help to make each other strong.

But I guess that is how pride works,
One person always trying to blame;
The other for all that has gone wrong,
Lies of the heart, do weaken and shame.

My friends, I am far from perfect,
I can’t even begin to say;
The mistakes I’ve made along my trail,
But the path was simply not one way.

If I were to say it was eighty-twenty,
The lies would be from my own heart;
The roots went so very, very deep,
I wouldn’t even know where to start.

For whatever part I may have played,
I admitted, confessed then moved on;
But another still dwells in the past,
Denial is like thin ice on a pond.

It will only support you for so long,
Before it begins to weaken and crack;
If you’re too far out in the middle,
There’s no way you’ll ever make it back.

All your friends back on the shoreline,
Know there’s nothing that they can do;
You placed yourself in that position,
All long to help but won’t drown for you.

I would like to help you out myself,
But then again, I know I’d be told;
That I'm as wrong now as I was then,
Besides, that water is stagnant and old.

Just another walk through a valley,
Watching for stones thrown on the trail;
What a crazy, weird, wonderful life,
Where so many win while others fail.

Why not turn your problems over to God,
He restores many souls everyday;
To live in the past is so very sad,
Get on with life, it’s the better way.

I thank the Lord for my many blessings,
Still, they are much more than I am due;
They are signs of His kindness and love,
And are freely offered to me and you.

July 5, 2007
at Trail’s End, Groton, NH

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