The End of Myself

There is a road – a mountainous road with beauty beyond measure
I climb and forge ahead to find, the road that I must travel.
Each rolling hill, each grassy slope, add daily to my pleasure
A sudden rise then trips me up and I land face-first in gravel.

How is it that I feel the need for all things to look ‘right’?
‘Oh no. Let me. I’ve got this. No worries.’ All such a big façade.
I should instead be reaching, asking those within my sight
‘Grab that end. Hold on. Now focus. Let’s bring this care to God.’

I see the signs. ‘S curve ahead. There is a grade. Slow down.’
Instead, with two hands on the wheel I think I’ve got my back
Onward I move, with recklessness, around the bend and then
I miss the sign ‘bridge out ahead,’ and everything goes black.

So once again the end of myself, has found me in this road
I cannot think or move or breathe. Is this my crash and burn?
I know my journey must go on but how with this great load?
Time to heed the warning signs with so much more to learn.

I must move on and set a pace, to finally get things done.
And move ahead within my space, even when ‘under the gun.’
Only God can show the way, give support for every task
He will direct, give courage and hope. I MUST be the one to ask.

Written September 2016
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