Rite of Passage
Aging is a process;
It began the moment we were born;
It is a gift;
It is the person we look
At every day in the mirror.
Looking deeply into my heart,
Through the eyes of God,
I see the person He truly wants
Me to be;
My inner being emerges;
My rite of passage,
A metamorphosis has transpired;
I have aged
Physically, mentally, and emotionally;
As the years elapse,
Many of us become
More kind to ourselves,
And less critical;
Over the years, I have learned that
When God forgives, He forgets.
Others agonize over the
Person they have become;
Their rite of passage is bittersweet;
Sorrow dwells in their spirit;
It is a poisonous disease
Squeezing the life out of them.
Peering into the window
Of their soul
They are weighted down
With regrets;
Their irresponsibility’s
Are placed on the alter of others.
Freedom is a gift from God;
We can become whoever we choose to be.
God gave us the ability to break the
Chains that bound us.
I have seen victims become
conquerors and impact the world
With their triumphs.
As for me, I am still under construction.
Have I made a positive impact upon the world
Or those around me?
Have I invested quality to those
Acquainted with me?
Am I leaving this world a better
Place to live?
I have experienced a broken heart;
It taught me patience,
It taught me obedience,
It gave me strength to face
Each new day.
For many the clock has stopped;
Their precious lives were cut short.
We do not know what is on the ‘morrow;
Yesterday is gone and we can not
Bring it back.
Our existence is but a breath.
Our entire life is no longer
Than a moment to God.
I want to be ready to give an answer
On that glorious day
When I am called home to live with Him.
He has reminded me that
My days are numbered,
And my pitiful life is fleeting away.
Father God, in this ‘rite of passage’, let me be the kind
Of Christian you would have me to be
So others will see you living in me.
Psalms 39
© Janice Bumbalough Marler
poetrybyjan@nc.rr.com
By dolores39
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