As I began walking on the Gravel trail in the woods, I Thought of Dad. Even though he was ninety plus Years, I thought he could keep up With me at the park. I was wrong. He was winded before long, and Had to sit on a bench. In fact, I feared he wouldn't be Able to make it back to the car. I realized my once strong dad had Limitations. I was able to go only a short distance This morning when my hip complained. In fact, it screamed, "Stop!" But I spied a bench, a blessed bench, And I was able to sit down. Instead of bemoaning the fact that I couldn't walk on, I looked and listened. The leaves haven't yet discovered that It's spring, so the tree branches were bare. But I could see through the open Spaces, a chance to view the Terrain, usually hidden. The bird sounds were louder, too, not Yet muffled by the foliage. A woodpecker must have found a Hollow tree to drum out his resounding Rhythm, The rapid knocking was a perfect Accompaniment for the beautiful bird chorus of Chirps and tweets, a nature orchestra in The round, performed just for one. As I limped back to the car I thought of Dad once more. I've discovered I have limitations too. But thankfully, I know God will always Provide a bench. |
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Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
Writing poetry has helped me process and express my sorrows and joys, my concerns and blessings. "Life is hard, but God is good!" Archives
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