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Days of My Life

All the days of my life have seen to it that I write these words.
The experiences of my time collide, and clarity emerges.
In the midst of that great chaos, I took a hard look at my assertions.
I dealt with my burdens and now good fortune bourgeons.

A magnificent tree beckons before me, and I'm awestruck by its beauty.
And the regret I once felt flees, as gratitude accompanies the certainty.
Although I certainly wish that some things had happened differently,
I ought to be, cognizantly, more accustomed to life's unpredictability.

It's indeed the treasure of consciousness to know your own mind.
To place great importance on the position you occupy in time.
But it's equally meaningful to recognize the vanity of this line: 
"I have the answers, the rhythm and rhyme of this life are mine"

I see now, that in this life, if you are awake and alive,
Each new day there is a sun rise, more than just the sun shines.
The lessons of time plot a line, and form Jacob's Ladder to climb,
And with each step higher, I hear the words of John 9:25.

All the days of my life have seen to it that I understand my purpose.
That in this life I am to wrestle with that which concerns us.
I know now that the truth of the journey is well beneath the surface.
Acting in service to that truth is that which will preserve us.









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