Finish The Race
Life is sometimes refered to as a race;
as tho everything is competition;
but, no one can take another’s place;
then, life would be mere repetition.
The only competitors are evil and good;
competing in everyone’s thought;
often, their purpose is misunderstood;
perfection is tediously wrought.
Life is filled with multiple challenges;
some of them make us queasy;
the muscle of thought needs callouses;
nothing of value comes easy..
Life’s purpose isn’t about winning or losing;
the Master isn’t seeking proof;
it’s about learning, growing, and choosing;
the ultimate race; is for truth.
For seventy seven years, I’ve run my race;
and, very often; I feel diminsished;
I’ve had my share of success, and disgrace;
and, soon my race shall be finished.
And yet, there’s much more; to hear and see;
for I have truly been taught to care;
I am who the Master meant me to be;
and I have His love to share.
My body has aged; in this torturous race;
in that time; I’ve both, lost and won;
I’ve been schooled by success and disgrace;
and must finish the race; I’ve begun.
Monty Caldwell
The Cardboard Breadman
“thoughts on my 77th birthday”
8/31/23 # 1,767