I have often pondered how it’s done
How life progresses aft battles won
Or how one knows when it is enough
As the road runs easy, smooth or rough ?
Who makes a choice either high or low
When the winds of life begin to blow
And how is it one comprehends
If the paths we follow know no ends ?
Is there a voice that but few may hear
To whisper softly into each ear
Take care my child as the way is steep
And the hole we dig may be too deep ?
Somewhere I saw a smiling face
Somehow I can’t recall the place
And once I heard sweet laughter’s ring
Too late I learned a heart could sing.
I thought I grasped time’s fleeting hour
And bent its course unto my power
I knelt upon a meadow’s grass
And begged of God my fears would pass.
Once more I looked into the sky
With hope that faith would guard my eye
I prayed so hard and chance forgot
That some have peace and some have not.
I wished upon each falling star
To reach for love but not too far
I prayed that days would swiftly flee
And timeless grace might bide with me.
I wished so hard and then I saw
A clearer view much as before
Of all my flaws and then I knew
Mistakes I‘ve made as we all do.
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Claire V. Bogdanos 