Maybe it was that time in history where all was meant to converge or simply a stutter step in life caused by the soldier deep within which followed cadence of the dawns march and the incessant grind of a worlds parade ground.
But something always appeared to be just a second or two off,
Not quite synchronized and a moment later than was intended.
Whatever the cause, life just seemed to be a day late and a dollar short, leaving all who rejected its truth and purpose lying upon the dark muddy banks of a snake filled cypress swamp, where its waters, cried out your name.
Life comes in all shades and at times playful refractions of brightness in orange and crimson break through the distant horizon, awakening imagination within fostering souls, and an understanding that, had you grasped the kite’s tail of prosperity you might have pulled that sash bound heavy and tight lifting life’s curtain of despair, illuminating those possibilities envisioned in unencumbered childhood dreams.
Who had you hoped to be?
What was your task in this life?
Was its future a fantasy, or had you been drawn into the need for accomplishment and staked upon the hard-red clay of reality early in your journey simply conceding to the overwhelming amount of toil?
A confused fool who had dropped all he owned into the darkness of self-enclosure and pity, where fumbling to retrieve it from its resting place remained empty-handed and hidden from all who were meant to see?
Or had you become a source of transition, a whisper that would paint the world in clarity, and grand enthusiasm, looking skyward for the angels who would sing your praise, thanking your Creator for opportunities afforded which captured in jubilant delight were capitalized upon.
Was this a point where those who dreamed of grandeur, stepped forward into the light of accomplishment,
Where treasures glistening in the still waters of achievement accepted their reward humbly, and with a gracious nod of the brow.
When was that time?
Had it passed by without a sound?
Was there still light just beyond the impending darkness that could be attained if halfhearted decisions were simply altered, priorities refocused and the commitment to step up and step over misguided perceptions, pursued?
Maybe not, but then again, maybe is a big word, and reality has little to do with facts or prophesy.
That Time is yours and the time left,
Yours to waste.
Very strong message. Too many times in life we let the moment pass unanswered and it becomes a forgotten dream. Great story my friend