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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