Time to Reflect
It's silent except for the ticking of the clock in the hall.
Quite late, but with time to myself, I can reflect on it all.
What could I have done better or what more can I do?
Stop! Remember you're only human, so try not to stew.
Yes, it is distressing to watch children suffer reverses,
But God's in control and uses the bad for his purposes
Financial and relationship difficulties of their own making,
Just cannot help but wish their sins they'd be forsaking.
Then words coming from above so lovingly enter in.
Alas, tis high to be a judge, forsake your doubting sin
It’s not your work and glory to change another being
With work enough to do on self, stop your worrying.
Let go, let God: a work in progress seemingly so slow
But unless I do, I’ll lose my ever loving mind, I know.
Opening my scriptures, knowing I can trust in His word,
Peace enters in and once again I give it all to the Lord.
Charlene McCutcheon is a 73 year old, wife, mother of seven, grandmother of thirty and great-grandmother of 14. She has just discovered her voice through poetry within the last few years. Her former ways of expression have been through the media of arts and crafts. Her desire to share herself with others for their benefit has been the motivating factor in all her endeavors. She loves life, work, play and most of all people.