It's the end. Again.
Fancy that!
Sometimes I think...
I think...
Think I,
That it never ends.
That I have wasted half my life
In comfort and complacency.
I worry that,
Think I,
That I will not rise to the challenge,
When the time comes.
Think I, these things.
I, a worrier, will never restful be,
Unless the peace of God
Be in me.
What if!
What if,
Think I,
What if!
What if the earth comes crashing down!
What if I shame myself!
What if I did something wrong!
What if, if, if,
IF the sky were to fall, could I hold it by thought?
IF I a mistake did make,
Could I then, by turning my thoughts backward,
Change the past?
IF I had done differently, Think I.
What if is a disease
That preys on the roiling mind
That preys on my joy.
What if,
What if I,
Think I,
Chose to
What if the if away?
What if I,
Stopped iffing and put
the f on faith instead?
What if?
What if I stopped iffing and listened to the truth around me.
Think I, these things.
I'm always plagued by a bad case of the what-ifs! Keep writing, K!
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