Friday, September 4, 2020

Who I am not

Who I am not                                                                                            
 
Life and I pass each other by,
never in conjunction, never at rest. 
 
Choices are made, accepting as best I might
their consequences, numerous happenstances
 
over which I hold no sway. 
That’s the game I was taught – 
 
how well to keep head and heart until death,
balancing sorrow with happiness,
 
triumph with tragedy, peace with fear. 
But lately I’ve come to know –
 
the game is other than that.  Not life at all –
life being merely the arena in which it is staged.
 
The game is finding out first
who I am not and don’t have to be;
 
who I am not – in route
to the truth of who I really am.
 
O child of God, you checked the roll
and found yourself absent without leave.







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