I had a dream last night
that I died and The Lord
asked me, why?
Why when I was alive I
And all the excuses that had once
served me well, now didn’t mean a thing,
because in Truth? I never dared
go out on That limb,
to the place the Lord later shared, held
her most precious fruits-
a place where I never could lose.
I cried that night, deep, bitter tears of regret,
then tears of Joy when I arose, and realised
there was still time, yet.
And never again did I forget
to re-member myself-and respond
to The Call to Share and Express,
those God, Given, Talents.
Peace & Love,