There she is, waiting at the gate
For all the tired, excuses, of why I'm late
Her cup of tea and plate of treats
And a pan of cool water for my aching feet
I will not hold my tongue this time
This can't be all I get at the line
All the loss far out weighs the gain
I will not smile because my flesh is slain
I think I did it wrong...look at the others
They struggled, but just look at their reward
They have treasures, trinkets and glory
That I will never have the money to afford
She beacons me across the line
So I reached out for her hand
Then I saw what can not be perceived
While living on land
There's a rule here, to take to heart
You will always end up where you start
Lovers of pleasures and avoiders of pain
Have nothing to lose and nothing to gain
Caught up in a race that ends at the line
Leaves no senses for the divine
Short sided and fancy free
Parading about their prosperity
I smile as I look out and over the line
Knowing now, process is the prize
Breathing in and believing out
Releases the bondage of soulish ties
Even on the other side, I'm empty
But His glory is full and I'm in it
It is an honor to have ran a race
Where LOVE is the beginning, middle, and finish.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-19-2016
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