Another month is closing, winding down:
I’m still standing, feet on the ground.
I’ve been to many places, I’ve seen many things:
I’ve been like a sub bombarded by pings.
Are there loose ends? Debts unpaid?
I think—the memories begin to fade.
What did I do—did the acts matter?
What were my thoughts? …They all scatter.
I learned, grew, lived, and improved:
Wrote, trained, studied, moved.
Thirty days—that was all, really:
Thirty days—of what? Of vanity?
What was eternal in all that I’ve done–
What I saw, made, said, or won?
Was anything of value, large or small?
Did the month I’d lived mean anything, if at all?
I feel the disappointment—and swallow it whole:
I refuse to let despair cloud my soul.
I fall, I fail—yes, I am only human:
But I know the Lord, the great I AM.
Does it matter then, that I have fallen,
If I get up, stronger, to try again?
Could I call the past four weeks a failure?
If I’d weathered storms, and still stand sure?
This month is ending, coming to a close.
The clock keeps ticking: that’s just how time goes.
The past prepares me for the days ahead:
And I’ll keep walking the paths into which I’m led.
~ Odelia C. April 25, 2020