It’s Not About Me…

Life on the Edge 

Each day, each moment on the edge
Peering around from an impossible ledge

By day I feel like Abraham
with a knife and a torch, but no sight of a lamb

I don’t know what will happen next
The more I think, the more I’m perplexed

Somehow I continue, day by day
Still not sure why I’m going this way

Each step is painful and doesn’t feel right
But on I go, fighting the good fight

I try to smile and hold my head up high
But this knife and torch keeps me wondering why

At night I feel like Jacob it seems
I wrestle all night awake or in dreams

My physical body is in so much pain
My mind is always trying to explain

My spirit cries out for mercy please
My soul just knows He will appease

I wake up in the morning and the sun is bright
But I limp along, still fighting my fight.

That is when Paul, I relate to the most
Fighting the fight, trying never to boast

Knowing the race is worth every trial
Yet wondering why I spend my days in denial

As I look in my hands, at my torch and my knife
How much longer can I withstand this strife?

When Abraham was walking his uphill path
With no way out and internal wrath

He turned to his son with love and concern
And said Let’s go worship God and then we’ll return

So I take my next step and like Abraham
I know in the thicket, there will be a ram

 

By: Pamela S. Berthume

 

I wrote this poem this morning, wanted to share.  Pain at my SCI spot in back, is back.  Life has been hard lately, but I am waiting and will keep looking up!