Where I Left Off
I asked a while ago
(I figured I should know)
Where I left off
And it got quite lost
And back there I should go.I thought and scanned my notes
Alert for what I wrote
Which gave a clue
’Bout what to do
Back when the link got broke.I found eventually
Where I had ceased to be
With focus bright
And road seemed right –
Where I am now to be.'Twas just before the books
‘Pastoral funeral’ looks
Like springtime prep –
A way then let
Me walk – and way I took.It was to ‘Giver-land’
Was led to understand
I EDO
’Bout cash to know
Where I could lend a hand.“A job that you could do
Is in the paper, Stu,
Go look for it
Apply for it,
A job just made for you.”It scared me half to death
I stopped to catch my breath
Let option go,
Then entered so
The race with all the rest.An interview I got
A quite inspiring talk
A question raised
Left me unfazed
I spoke about my walk.A comment added in
I made ’bout where I'd been;
They sucked in air
As I declared
Of them what I had seen.As I drove home that night
Thought ‘they don't see it – right?
Perhaps a book
Where they could look
Would make the path quite bright.’“No Plot, No Problem” tome
I saw and brought back home
I read and knew
Just what to do
And entered author zone.Wrote dozen books that way
Discovered TCK
Ap- ministry
I then did see.
And entered on that day.Got sick and other things,
Which to this day now brings
Me to this task
As I look back
And yes, my heart now sings.Five years ago right now
I took this road somehow
Now enter in
Back where I've been
Quite quiet like, no row.’Bout cash think all the time
On road and that now is mine
Detached from it
Immersed in it
Host country quite sublime.Replaced then all the books
With how this green-land looks
To those who live
With view to give
And road to here them took.Where I left off that day
I chose this other way
Is now the start
Reflects my heart –
Into Your gift take part.Dawn breaks – another day
Shabbat – a restful way
To start this phase
Exploring days
Of living here Your way.That day I asked of You
What ‘Kingdom’ meant to You;
“I will not tell
You can't hear well
But here's what we will do –“We'll break up hard-packed ground
Dig deep till water’s found
Then clear the weeds
Prepare the seeds
To scatter all around.We might not get there, lad
This chance to go you've had
Now given you
What will you do
Seize life or sit there, sad?I burned my bridges then
Set out and took my pen
Left paper trail
Through wind and hail
To there return again.For hard my heart became
Then softened by your rain
Of grace each day
I walked Your way
I'll never be the same.Resources slipped and slid
To crannies in me hid
Then I found out
Without a doubt
I could of them be rid.My roots no water found
Like Abe, I looked around
And saw restraint,
The part constraint
Plays if our life be sound.Now off to work I go
The blunders lifted so
I can go here
My way made clear
Soon Giver-land I'll know.navigation