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Blessings Beyond Words


Everything is good 
Not everything is bad
Each time I look back 
I couldn't be more glad 

With each passing step
I see the need to connect 
To stay in touch 
Remain as one with the Source

Things I tried out 
They worked out for me
Advised others the same
Can't say it worked out the same

Not to say I didn't face failure 
Or had things go a different way
Than planned. But looking back
I couldn't be more proud

I look around 
And see the world around me 
I ask about my counterparts 
Where is your sense of adventure?

Not to say they tried their way
And it didn't work their way 
Or that I was right 
And they were wrong

Maybe it's because I 
Have age on my side 
And time against me
That I could afford to be

Able to leave everything behind 
And never my steps rewind 
Everyone talks about the money 
But to me, it was kind of funny

How like I had no roots
I couldn't not leave behind 
But always I ask myself 
Where is their sense of adventure?

Perfect chance 
Perfect timing 
For long, the road, I 
Had been pining

I met promises along the way
And deception along in its wake
I came to appreciate more
The things I gained along the way

A blessing 
From out the blue
An environment 
With warmth beyond words

I returned home 
With the blessing of a million 
Older, 
Perhaps even wiser..

Not to say
There's no situation, 
Or person
That God can't use for you

Or to think
Because it worked for us
It definitely has to be our way!
But I'm grateful for my way

Yet each time it comes up
I think about their days 
I think and ponder 
Where's that sense of adventure?

Yet, of course, I wonder 
What could have been
If we all decided 
To take the plunge..

I realised, then
That our decisions 
Were driven 
By two things

What to gain
Or what we could lose
For me,
I just wanted to be free

Leave it all behind 
And see where the wind leads me
Perhaps I was selfish 
But it all aligned perfectly 

I think perhaps 
God honours our wishes
Works within his means 
To make us happy 

Like the choices are before us
And the magnitude of the harvest 
And one way or the other
We are all his children after all...

But I can say for a fact 
That I had no regrets
For God was kind enough 
With His manifold blessings...


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