Not every day produces a win,
Nor does every day celebrate a holiday.
No. Not in my book of life.
But every day has a purpose.
Read the news, it’s about yesterday.
Hear a weather forecast, and it’s often about tomorrow.
Read the daily almanac, which predicts the year.
But today, I get to live and make the day produce.
Every day I live is about the here and now.
It’s not then nor when but what I will accomplish. Here. Now.
To everything, there is a season—a purpose for every time.
A time for purpose, and someday, to lie down and stop.
The older I age, I can see the expanse of time.
What was is long, what shall be is short, and I’m here now.
Throughout life, I’ve skipped over learning or developing particular skills as there was too much to learn and do with everyday living.
Perhaps, now, there may be time.
As life’s sunset wanes, I wish for more things to learn.
A musical score to play, with fingers dancing across the ivories.
A sketch is produced when my fingers obey my eyes.
Words unfold on a page as a reader enjoyed the turn.
A story with enhanced technique shared around an open campfire.
Still, a drive across the open landscape with no thought of return.
A passel of young’uns enjoying my attention.
An invention of mind that solves a dilemma.
A cabin in the forest overlooking a valley, with no smokestack in view.
Strength of body to still do as I want.
Sharpness of mind to think productively.
An order to life not lived haphazardly.
Making a difference. Being a difference.
Every day that remains.
I have been young,
…and now am old;
……Yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken,
………Nor his descendants begging bread.
(Psalms 37:25 NKJV)
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