Transitions (A-T Reflection, part 2)

In thirteen years I’ll eighty be,
And in that space of time I’ll see
A lot of life’s transitions – how
The people ’round my space somehow –

Will shift from where they present are,
To where the present seems so far
Back in their lives, they scarce can see
A world so clear right now for me.

Straight-line, I can project ahead
Between the now and when I’m dead;
But in reality I see
Some myth of what in time will be.

For straight is not how life flows on,
It zigs and zags, as on a pond
The kids skate ’round with hockey puck –
Two teams, two goals, mixed skill and luck.

For, of a sudden, whistle blows
For some infraction, time – who knows
When – focus for each player stays
On puck, in game, through practiced plays.

So yes, like games with periods,
Each pause helps us get serious
About our game – intensifies
Our strategies – ’fore each one dies.

So what about the time I’ve got?
Twixt now and when the flame or rot
Will wrap this time on earth with you
With physicality renewed –

Not here, but yonder ’round some fire
Where gathered, we express desire
We held as precious to our heart,
In years expressed, in works of art –

For then it much too late we’ll be
To make adjustments – will we see
Some other life arrayed with choice,
And hope to capture heart and voice?

I think – here in the locker room,
Before the game once more resumes –
It’s time to tweak our strategy
O Lord, with You, and her, and me –

So in this next short period,
We wrap things up which, if we could
Come back to here, adjust our game,
Our outcomes would not be the same.

Six periods of twenty years –
I’m in the fourth – what now appears
Inertia has, momentum, press,
Of what’s before on all the rest.

That’s how I see this period –
It’s twenty years – where output should
Explode in life – augmented text
As art-form, yes – but more, what’s next –

Is interactive life in You,
O Lord, in all I say and do
With people You bring ’cross my path,
As through augmented text I laugh.

For joyous should each day be now;
Why not? A rule can’t disallow
A joyous life, if such we choose –
We can be happy – win or lose.

And as with each encountered one,
We deep engage, enrich their fun,
What can we lose – for all is gain
Through thirteen years which still remain?

So, how to break that down with care?
So I can best each day prepare?
I think start out, as now, on knees
In prayer – start out each day with Thee –

Not whining or complaining, but
In humbleness let You instruct
Me by Your Spirit where to go,
Pick up from You what I should know –

About each day ahead in You
Take note of what You’d have me do;
Adjust my attitude to this –
Take joy from You – upgrade to bliss.

[Insert A-T pix]

O Lord, as I explore inside
Right brain where hopes and feelings lie,
I am surprised – yet not – I see
Implosion then explodes through me –

First Nations life – with Eldered base,
Let it explode, and past erase
Through them, let rest be taken care
Of through the process figured there.

Oh yes, a car, a plane, a road,
Ten thousand Hills with cattle-load;
Explosions of volcano now
Seem minuscule ’fore that somehow.

Lord, I had not seen pressured time,
Or triggered through implosion mine
As being what ignites it – still
It’s You, through me, in You – Your will.

Lord, that’s a quite surprising task
Like Redvers church, when “church” had passed;
Though here, at least, in this I see
Such blasts implode at first in me.

But even here, O Lord, I sense
The target’s not those folk, but hence
The ricochet will make some room
In target group when they go boom –

Not boom in death, but boom in life;
Not chaos like in mid-east strife,
But chaos of exploding life –
Like teenage years with things too tight –

Until they burst upon the scene,
To life above the mean and mean;
O Lord, I thank You for this view
Of work ahead through me You’ll do.

Thanks Lord for this.

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