The Weight and Wear

A few weeks ago, before I turned 59, I wrote this poem about how striving for achievement and goals can weigh us down...or better put, weigh me down.   The sense I had was that I still have work to do to surrender my goals, plans and my very days to Him...to trust Him.Not sure if you can relate, but I know I want to continue my journey toward complete freedom, where I can trust Him more and more and not impose on myself the weight and wear of this anxious world.   It's a process....I'll fall, but I want to move in this direction as I know you do as well.Hope you enjoy.

The Weight and Wear

Here I am at 58

Bearing all the wear and weight

Of goals and plans I cannot make

Moving lines of my own fate

Perfect plans, I dream for me

Yet without consent from Thee

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I wonder why at 58

My soul so often aches

For richer, grander, fuller days

Yet I see through foggy haze

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Perhaps the reason why it’s so

I see my life as my own

My goals, my plans, my work, my time

Anchored not in Thee or Thine

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My goals and reach they come up short

My heart explodes, my plans contort

My gosh I left Thee out of it!

No wonder why I’m in this pit

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Forgive me when I walk ahead

Or storm or race right by

The things you had all set for me

Things that now may never be

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So now I’ll stop then start with Thee

No more to launch right into me

My plans are now laid fully bare

At your feet without a care

Life You give and joy You deem

For those that seek to fully glean

The best you have for me and mine

All to you my dear Divine.

Lord, help us to cast all our cares on You.   Help us remember that You are ever watchful over us and that You want us to rest in Your trustworthiness.  You are faithful and we all want to grow in knowing You more intimately and growing in faith in your complete goodness.   Help us Jesus.  In Thy name, Amen.