Story Life: A Poem

You refer to your life as a story because

You hoped

leafing through this text you’ll find a cohesive thread.

You hoped

the sadness you keep tracing will have a distinctive end

You hoped

that the next chapter will find a way to pick you up

You hoped

the bottom you hit isn’t a ledge from which you drop

You believed

albeit for a short period that you were the author

You believed

unseen, that the Father picked out for you, His daughter

You believed

that these pages were landscapes for you to conquer

You believed

time was cherished, then it revealed the way you wander

You loved

I don’t know why you did but you still managed

You loved

though it seems you subjected it to much damage

You loved

as if that is what made you worth reading

You loved

trying to show that it is worth keeping

You Love

looking at the characters you kept from hurting

You Love

risking reputation despite the risk of the burning

You Love

the un-lonely journey, despite uncertain seasons

You Love

proving life faithful without offering reason

You believe

there’s no need for a sequel when this goodness is eternal

You believe

the greatest riches you received turned out to be paternal

You believe

that the vow you made is sufficient against ill feelings

You believe

the forgiveness you’ve exchanged reproduced healing

You hope

all dialogue and narration will be a welcome intrusion

You hope

you will be pleased to share with us a joyous conclusion

You hope

this all wraps up nicely, hearing you were a dear friend

You hope

 pen and eye won’t recognize the end whence you began