For the past 3 years I’ve seen my life fall to pieces all around me;
Unemployment, broken ankle, eye surgeries, funds now down to survival levels, slim paycheck to slim paycheck as, even with my new (temporary) job, I find myself living not so much month to month, but day to day.
Yet, I refuse to give up despite everything. I continue to write and am encouraged to try and do more with my archives of work, a decade building.
Trying to pick up the pieces and build a new and better life is hard to do when you are alone, unsure how, or even if, you can, or should, reach out for help.
I thank You, Lord, for those You have brought into my life to help me take much needed steps in new directions. I thank You for the opportunities to go places, attend events, and meet people I might never have been able to.
I thank You for the opportunity to be published online, and in the local paper, to have poetry, and essays both rejected and accepted for publication by others and for sending me word of new such opportunities. I thank You for the opportunity to be accepted in a distinguished writers’ organization and to be paid for my writing for the first time.
All of this will help me make progress.
With just a bit of inspiration from Stuart Hamblen
Your life is day to day
So much has happened, where do you begin?
As you sit and ponder you hear voices say…
Let it go, let it go, don’t hesitate, let your future in!
God has plans to make your life brighter!
Your words, people say, make learning and laughter win.
You have talent as a writer,
Let it flow, let it flow, don’t hesitate, let your future in!
Before the dust has settled start picking up the pieces,
Find new ways to share your work; Organize and send it where its’ never been!
Seek help where you can, see if your audience increases.
Don’t hesitate, don’t hesitate! Open the door and let your future in!
Let your future in, let your future in,
Don't hesitate, don't hesitate,
Let your future in, let your future in!
Let it flow, let it flow,
Let your future in!
NOTE: The photos accompanying the poem were taken across the street from what remains of the historic Foley's (more recently known as Macy's) Dept. Store, in downtown Houston, a day after its implosion last week) and the opportunity provided by our encounter led directly to this poem and post.
This post is also a follow-up to a lengthy comment I have made in response to one left to my piece called The Spirit of a Hermit.
Thank you, Chandra, my friend, for leaving the 700th comment to this blog since it began in October 2007!