Do you remeber the idealistic dreams of your youth? Do you know if you've accomplished them and didn't know it? This poem is about the day I became aware of just that.
The Players
Who are the players
of the lives I planned to live?
The missionary that went to Africa
to teach the Good News, cured
the diseases of the world,
fought the battles of the weak?
I know You assigned those rolls
to other able bodies.
You gave me the life
I was intended to give
by Your perfect design.
I’ve been told
I have a mission here
to nurse the community.
and battle for the weak
by becoming weak
to gain understanding.
I am the player
of the life I hoped to live.
You, my precious Lord,
are the author of my life.
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Reviewed by 000 000 (Reader)
Reviewed on December 7, 2008
You have captured it perfect, our LORD is the author of our life.
CarolHawks
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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Be always safe,
Karen