No Regrets
Were the trajectory of life within my sway
Could I rewind the scenes?
Erasing the dull and suffocating clips
Pausing on the blissful and rosette filled acts
Regrets
Oh I would rather not have them
But I think I do
My tears enough to fill an ocean
Yet I did not drown
Memories so vivid with clouded backgrounds
Jogging down those paths again
Retracing footprints that no longer fit my bolstered shoes
Why do I deign to knock on doors that have shut forever
These illusions only serve to distort the clear streams of the present
I hear the chants in my head
If only? What if?
Ah, Get behind me Satan
Praise my soul the King of Heaven
I hear His Still small voice
‘Have no regrets child
The best is yet to come’
All this is a derailing from my current path
oh where oh where has my focus gone
The mind plays a joke on me
that I may have missed out somewhere
There is no what could have been
There is what was, what is and what is to come
Would I be here today without the complete story?
Could my heart strings stir if they had not been stretched to their fullest?
Would I be as understanding if I never failed?
Could my hands support others if not strengthened by the storms of life?
Would I be as lively if I had never stood with my last breath?
Could I dare to run brazenly if my body was not accustomed to falling?
What devastation do I still fear?
Which taunt have I not heard before?
Breathing hail and fire cause it was me against the world
I cheer on those beside me knowing that the roads though tough are not uncharted
I see the light that lays ahead
recapping these so called regrets will only let me miss my train
At the end of this trail lies fullness
Do not be confused by the shadows in the forest of History
Do not be tripped up by those dead stumps
Can you hear the call of spring?
A little shoot here, a little bud there
Smell the green land before you
The pollens will fly where the nectar is sweet
There is much fruit to be borne in your future
Tarry no more in December
Do you hear the whistling of the sand through the glass hour
It’s the erosion of precious time
Being spent on over paid debts
Yes, I have paid my dues!
My strength is reserved
for the cares of today
No regrets now, none to follow
Dawn Ulmer, thanks for your article on Looking Back.
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