Perspective
An old man sitting in his rocking chair
One man on each side yet they are not a pair
One man in his twenties say’s, “I know and will do”
The other at forty say’s, “That’s what I thought too”
The first naïve but he knows the way
The second a little bitter and full of dismay
The first says, “Move over, I’ll show you how”
The other says, “If only I knew then what I know now”
The old man doesn’t care a thing about age
He always been there, he is the true sage
To the young man he say’s, “Your passion I admire
What you lack in experience you make up in desire”
To the elder he turns and makes his address
“I know that you feel your life is a mess
Consider this” he says while he rocks
“You are alumnus of the school of hard knocks”
At twenty, canyons make up defining lines
At forty the difference in extremes seems fine
A young man acts and thinks about it later
Two decades down the road he is a procrastinator.
We spend our lives as a tale that is told
Indifference sets in while blessings unfold
Does God really have the whole world in his hand?
Doubt springs from the unmet expectations of man
I have a preconception of God in my head
He doesn’t respond in kind so he must be dead
The death of my presumption of God He survived
My idea of God is dead; but God is alive
A mystery rises from the grave of a God perceived
An exciting adventure to experience and believe
Each day is a resurrection of the death of dismay
I stand on the shore while oceans of God are displayed
On this vista of love understanding ebbs and flows
But grace is sufficient for all my heartaches and woes
Dennis Bazzell
