I want to write words –
beautiful words that communicate profundity.
It’s difficult to be profound –
when your only news is that you turned your quarterly report in on time.
Oh, and, Pay Day is this Friday.
My friend sends me pictures of her girls –
all I can do is talk about my personal turmoil.
Who didn’t call
Who didn’t write
Who asked me for a work favor
Causing me to stay up all night.
She doesn’t complain
about bottle feeding andbaby wipes.
She understands the power of her embrace
to her children – versus the night light.
My life consists of Gideon’s Bibles & hotel bathrooms
accidentally stumbling toward the closet
in the middle of the night.
Her life consists of packing lunches,
and teaching her children how to do what’s right.
I don’t understand life, yet – neither does she.
But, I say “yes” to life.
And, I’m beginning to see:
I have to believe we’re both-
Right where we’re meant to be.
beautiful words that communicate profundity.
It’s difficult to be profound –
when your only news is that you turned your quarterly report in on time.
Oh, and, Pay Day is this Friday.
My friend sends me pictures of her girls –
all I can do is talk about my personal turmoil.
Who didn’t call
Who didn’t write
Who asked me for a work favor
Causing me to stay up all night.
She doesn’t complain
about bottle feeding andbaby wipes.
She understands the power of her embrace
to her children – versus the night light.
My life consists of Gideon’s Bibles & hotel bathrooms
accidentally stumbling toward the closet
in the middle of the night.
Her life consists of packing lunches,
and teaching her children how to do what’s right.
I don’t understand life, yet – neither does she.
But, I say “yes” to life.
And, I’m beginning to see:
I have to believe we’re both-
Right where we’re meant to be.
This video below is a performance by Ms. Andrea Gibson.
Her poem is so powerful.
God bless you, Andrea.
You are a true Poet. You speak to my heart.
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