In my own little world I become numb
The small of my back resting in a small little chair
In my small little house on a small little street
In a small little town
Where the green grass grows all around, all around…
The days go by one by one like a blur and I forget to open my eyes
Perspective is a thing gained in increments, easily ignored, or swallowed forcibly
We can either look straight at the moments that define us
Or recover with as much grace possible when life hits hard
I hope to choose the former
So here I am on the edge of the world realizing that there is a vastness so much greater than me
Adventure so much grander than I have imagined
A people gripped by more need than I have acknowledged
There are tears I have not shed in prayer
Hands I’ve refused to hold for fear of soiling my own
Eyes I have not looked deeply into
Thirsts not quenched by the reaching of my own hand
Somehow here, my mundane seems to lack meaning
To make an impact above the ordinary
To excel in the midst of the mediocre
To fulfill, suddenly becomes the only source of fulfillment
I am made full by the pouring out of all I am on the altar
The emptying of self in reasonable service to the Most High
Deep calling deep within my soul
Revealing to me that I only live when I stop living only for me
Here on the edge of the world, I find a new beginning.