to all the things I’ve left behind.
Through a prism I see as clear,
yet missing what I should hold dear.
The stress and drive that keep me going,
past precious moments without me knowing.
The thoughts of what in life went wrong
don’t come to mind ‘till risked or gone.
Goals, ambitions and dreams so near;
we miss what God has placed right here.
Why in the death of those held close
we reflect on what we wished the most?
All our Father has given and granted;
to acknowledge Him just seems abandoned.
If of my life one gives account;
what will they say I was about?
to have a life of Gods perception
it must be lived in right reflection!