A Place to Share
This being human is a guesthouse
Every day a new arrival and
A joy, a depression,meanness
Some momentary awreness comes as an
Welcome and entertain them all
Even if they are a crowed of sorrow and tears
who violently sweep your house
Empty of all contents
Still treat each guest with dignity and respect
for they maybe clearing you out
for some new delight
The dark thought,the shame,the malice
meet them at the door with a smile
and invite them in
Be gratful for who ever comes
Because each has been sent
as a guide from above.
So is the splendor of life
Each day a gift,a special moment in time
not only to grow, but to share in the beauty of today and the lessons of our journey
Knowing that in time our season will end
leaving behind our special print upon the canvas of life
My God is here to carry the keeper of the puzzle box and the contents there of.
I question “why?”
Why the hurt
Why the loss
Why the pain
Why the confusion and most of all why the endless flow of emotions that have no answers?
My God is here to help
It seems to late, I’ve given up all emotions. My God then whispers to me “I am here wrapping you with my love, for I am the creator of the puzzle and can also be the keeper thereof.”
Questioning My God I say "No."
"I am the keeper of the puzzle and the contents thereof."
Along life’s path I have asked others to help put the pieces together.
Impatiently stirring the pieces around the bottom of a torn box.
Frustrated then throwing them down. Only to find the pieces scattered and lost.
Some are lost by my own will but some are
stolen and stripped away beyond my control.
Looking at the pieces I am unable to tell front from back. Many have lost their colors and now are just a blur.
The glue that once held the layers together is gone. I never planned or hoped this would happen but only wanted a choice the matter.
My God has told me it is aright. I do have a choice.
So I have decided my God is now the keeper of the puzzle box and the contents thereof
Then I ask my God
He replied softly, “It’s OK. I love you and I am with you always. Don't worry about the 'what if,'
But if it comes, I’ll just add one more piece.
For I am the creator and the keeper of the puzzle.”
By Marc Skillen
Submitted by Roger Riss
by Mark Skillen