POEM OF AN UNFINISHED LIFE
I’m Not Finished, Yet
Cherish the moment has even more value than I ever realized in our world today.
When the sun goes down today Will I say my last goodnight
When my eyelids fight to close Will I see your face near mine
When I reach to hug you close Will you slide in by my side
My story isn’t over I have so much love to give Holy Father, I ask, don’t call me home I’ll complete your mission still I’m a steady servant for your cause And I’m not finished, yet
When I fall into my slumber Will my dreams be ripped away
When I clasp your hand with mine Will I sense you won’t let go
When my thoughts abandon racing Will I enter the peace beyond
My story isn’t over I have so much love to give Holy Father, I ask, don’t call me home I’ll complete your mission still I’m a steady servant for your cause And I’m not finished, yet
If I rise with a shudder Can I get a second chance
If I live for faith and promises Can others’ burdens be my own
If I have another day to live Can my heart break open wide
My story isn’t over I have so much love to give Holy Father, I ask, don’t call me home I’ll complete your mission still I’m a steady servant for your cause And I’m not finished, yet
If I walk miles to reach your pain Can I carry it for you
If I treat each moment honorably Can I multiply their length
If I have beyond today Can I turn our world around
My story isn’t over I have so much love to give Holy Father, I ask, don’t call me home I’ll complete your mission still I’m a steady servant for your cause And I’m not finished, yet
I was driving home from work today, trying to grasp the enormity of how many lives have been lost tragically and abruptly the last two years when I started humming, and words started flowing. I don’t sing well, and my tune is always off, but my voice became an instrument to carry my words so I wouldn’t forget. At a stoplight, I rummaged through my bag and found a stash of index cards and a half-broken pencil. I scribbled furiously till the light turned green. I repeated that rhythm and routine till I arrived home. Here I am passing on to you.
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