In box 54

In box 54                                    8/13/2015

At this desk

Is where I have lived

Spending countless hours

Thinking about nothing

And thinking about thinking.

It was here that I grew

And it was here that I learned

Lost in numberless day dreams

Before I ever knew.

It was here that I made them

Lifelong friends and companions

And even the one that I married

Long ago and far away

Ever present haunting. 

I won and I lost

I laughed and I cried

Sometimes barely hanging on

When I think I could have died. 

Blood tastes like metal

And sweat tastes like salt

Awash in the tears

Of living and learning.

Heart ache comes

But it is then that we begin to understand

Just how precious love is

And how essential is grace.

Struggling against the odds

And trying to make some sense

Out of what we did right

And where it is

We went wrong. 

We will never be finished

And we will never be complete

But the pursuit is worth the journey

And the journey has only begun. 

None of it is an accident

And none of it remains unknown

All falling together perfectly

From the very beginning

All the way to the end. 

It hurts to lose

But without it

What would we be?

Thoughtless, spoiled,

Stunted, and dead.

We are here

Until it’s over

So I say, let’s make it count

Choosing what is right

And doing what is good.