Whereon each one of us may write
His word or two, and then comes night.
Greatly begin! Though thou have time
But for a line, be that sublime,
Not failure, but low aim, is crime.
That’s it, you know? As I reflect back on it all, that poem sums up everything for me. I started out as this blank page or canvas.
I evolved from basic needs and creature comforts to more complex things, little by little. How odd it is for us to endure things for the first time and somehow take it in stride or for granted.
I recall my first encounter with night. My horse became ill. I didn’t even know what ill meant at the time.
I just recall my granddad calling the doctor and watching him try to make my horse better. Later, when he died, I stood by my granddad’s side, my small hands in his and watched as they buried my horse.
I loved granddad for his efforts. That was the first time I knew and understood the term, “Then comes night.”
Night came for granddad and then night came for my best friend. Although young, I gradually grew to understand that night comes for everyone.
Most commercials are hyperboles, but the one that states, “Life comes at you fast,” I have found to be no tall tale.
Somehow I went from breaking a graham cracker along the dotted lines and learning to color inside the lines to where I am now.
I have run the gamut from cartoons and recess, to love lost and found. From real school to the school of hard knocks.
Like most people, I’ve experienced a life filled with highs and lows and some success and some failures.
I’ve found life to be one huge emotional roller coaster. Metaphorically speaking, one moment I may want it to stop and then the next moment I am saying, “Let’s do it again!”
I don’t know about you, but I’ve found life to be overwhelming. I like a roller coaster ride a well as the next guy, but not perpetually.
A person can get seasick living like that. Just when you learn to handle the hills you are thrown for a loop.
You then get used to a life of loops, and suddenly you are in a steep decline.
Next thing you know, you’re upside down. I couldn’t take it; I didn’t think I was strong enough, I don’t believe any of us are.
As I looked at my leaf of paper white, I realized that I couldn’t keep the writings between the margins. I made a mess of this sheet of paper. And then God found me.
I recall a person who met with God and stated to Him, “You have grown, you have gotten bigger.”
“No, it is you who have grown,” God replied. “As you grow, each time you see Me I will seem bigger still.”
That’s how I actually manage this roller coaster we call life. At first, God was my Savior, but as various needs manifested, He lifted up a standard and addressed them.
He has lifted my wounded spirit, healed a sick son, provided shelter, opened doors that no man can close and closed doors that no man can open. When I am weak, He is strong.
My numerous careers have all issued me paychecks, but I am wise enough to know that each job was only a conduit, because God was the source.
“I will lift up my eyes to the hills from whence comes my help? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.” Psalm 121:1-2.
Because of Him, I don’t have to fear the night. I can go bravely and to borrow the words of another poet, “Fight, fight, fight.”
Garth Brooks got it right when he wrote, “I am glad I didn’t know the way it all would end, the way it all would go.”
I wouldn’t have wanted to miss this dance.