NEVER TOO LATE

Houseboat on Breves Narrows on the Amazon River, Brazil

“Non-believers …. like the thinnest of rafts, floating upon an ocean of infinite mystery; they hate to be asked to look over the edge.  They are very busy decking out the raft with everything which can make it feel like a permanent home.  They never really think they are on a raft and not a rock, until one day an illness or an accident or a war flicks them off into the ocean, where they never have learned to swim.”

~A. H. McNeile, 1923, Discipleship

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It’s Never too Late

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© 2013 Jeanne E Webster.   All rights reserved

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Creeping across my mind some times

Are thoughts of days of yore

When youth and strength converged

Overshadowing wisdom’s bloom.

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What gay presentations sought

What times of jubilee

“Think not of those looming omens

Dwell on the glad todays.”

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Such wonders the world offered

Untold oohs and aahs

Bigger barns were assembled to hold

More bells and whistles in.

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Ah, the years have passed

Youth and strength have gone

Wisdom has set such a stark table

As I dare to peer within.

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Comforts lose to distresses

Independence is now the key

Keep one foot in front of the other

Tomorrow can take a death toll.

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Learn a lesson from me

Trust in God for your security

Eternity is yours if you believe in Christ

Where tomorrow is forever tomorrows.

NaPoWriMo    Day 14