"Do What You Can" [Module#335] (Matt. 24:20-32)
And in the end we let it go to Him
Whose job it is to give, each one to spin
Into some task emerging on our ways,
As we play out our years, and months of days.It’s spooky this – as end draws near to me;
On paths to date an end-point now I see;
Not sudden-like with trauma as before;
More gentle this – but ending – nothing more.It came; just was, as afternoon wore on;
I read – in words I saw it was all gone;
Emotion drained from motive’s push to end;
That’s it, I knew, and thus lay down my pen.Lord, thanks for these great days when writing flowed
As remnants from past days to novels flowed;
It was a lark – but now I see its end;
Thanks, Lord, for this – with praise I say – amen.Thanks Lord for this.
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