Moving

Moving through this life minute by minute, day by day. 

Hoping for just one more to stay.

Breathing in, breathing out.

Rushing here and rushing there. Rushing to work, rushing home.

Rushing to and through all our things to do. 

What’s all this about?

Some days you just want to shout!

Does anyone really care?

The hopeless and the hope filled coexist.

But why?  To live, to die, to exist?

There has to be more and some do want more and more.

More time.  Time to rush.  Time to wonder.  Time to live to exist and coexist.  Time to die.

Is there gain in existing?  Is there gain in coexisting?

Is there gain in dying?

Sometimes I cry at night.  Sometimes I cry in the morning.  Sometimes I cry for no reason at all. 

Does anyone really even care?

Maybe they’re not aware.

Maybe they’re too busy to care. 

Perhaps there is gain in giving.

In giving time and existing to coexist.

They didn’t tell me about all of this.

I wish they would have.

I wish they would have told be how it would be.

When I move so fast it’s all a blur. 

It’s when I slow down that I can start to see.

Stop me please so that I can see. 

Stop me please so that I can see all that was meant to be. 

” For I know the thoughts I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil to give you an expected end.  Then you shall call upon me, and you shall go and pray unto me, and I will hearken unto you.”

Jeremiah 29:11-12 KJV