Poetry

Where Meaning LIVES

We spend minutes, days, years,
as if we are keeping score.

Did you read the book,
ace the test,
.
graduate?

Who lives longest?
Who keeps it together until
.
.
.
death do us part?

How long until the nest is empty,
the career is history,
what you’ve sown is reaped?

Will you even be there when the PRIZES ARE AWARDED?

Are you living your life or
racingthroughit?

You can run from BEING
who God created you to be,
but will He recognize you
.
.
.
.
.
in the end?

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