Musings Prompted by Plastics

There are a million words I want to journal
Pages left blank by much that's unsaid
Thousands of songs that I still want to sing
From lips that long to praise the King

Somewhere from deep inside this heart
There's a stirring to keep pressing on
Sadness mingles with joy and
Heartbreak is the companion of love

Maybe I'll never write that book
Or learn to paint a sunset fair
But I can bend to mend a heart
And kiss a brow furrowed by pain

Stories end in happy ever after
But life just isn't so
The paradox of life is bolder
In the painful hour often shines the treasure

Memories linger to keep one tethered
As a reminder of the fleeing seconds
Today does not always lead to tomorrow
For some today is the last hurrah

Can we really seize the moment
Or does the heart resist the folly
For a moment is just that
The richness is in the whole of the journey

Center the heart on the One above
Lest searching carry us away
Bush and bramble obscure the path
If we embrace the distractions that beckon

For His is the kingdom, the power, the glory
Mine is to follow Him home
Light my path and draw me near
Keep me from error and straying alone

Presents come in boxes with bows
Shiny and bright to open with ease
Sacred moments are not as tidy
Gifts just the same yet bathed in tears

Each day, and every fleeting moment
Accumulate into the the years of our story
The lines on our faces and imperfections
Grow richer with turned calendar pages

Like candles on a cake they glow with the count
Of all life's joys and sorrows
A story He's writing just for me
And it surely ends in a happy ever after