Abstract: Age And Opportunity
A long, slow breath is pulled over my teeth,
as I stare at the blank space of my life.
All my expectations and desire,
somewhere in the yonder,
but I know not where.
Or, best said, when.
I am tired and worn,
like old blue jeans,
comfortable but frayed.
More sips of air as I ponder,
how to get from today,
through the empty page,
to chapters filled with His glory.
And, I am not an old pair of jeans.
I am a man, my fate is unsettled,
and the blank space and empty pages are my opportunities.
