“Beauty is a woman waiting to be ravished by an attentive man. But my mind, it wanders.”
For whatever reason, that is one of my favorite lines of poetry that I’ve ever written. I guess I felt it to be particularly clever at the time I wrote it. Today, I’m thinking about it in a different way. It’s been a week since I’ve posted on my blog, and I feel like I should write something. Anything. The trouble is, I’m not feeling all that clever or insightful for that matter. I’m unfocused and that leads to my biggest enemy, apathy. Today is in danger of being wasted because I don’t feel like I have anything important to do or say.
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The strong winds of spring feel good as they tug on the hair of my arms, and I just want to drift away with them into Elysium. “Years pass faster than days.” I know that on some (most) days, I just have to keep moving. Take a walk. Read the Word. Go to work. Remember to treat others well whether I’m in the mood to or not.
The words of CS Lewis come to mind once again, “everyone we meet we either help send to heaven or help send to hell.” OK, there it is, purpose, something important to focus on even though it won’t get me a book deal or a pat-on-the-back from the world. This day can and should mean something. I can, if I choose, go to bed tonight with the words “well done good and faithful servant” whispered in my ears as I lay down to sleep.
Gregor Southard 