The tear slips down her cheek.
Compassion tugs at your heart.
Yet, your feet keep moving away
because of fear of assosiation.
The laughter reaches your ears
and seems like a song inviting you to join in
to make new friends, to love others, to form memories.
Yet, fear of rejection keeps your head in your work
as the moment slips away.
The kindness neglected
The words unspoken
The opportunity passed over
The time
gone
Suppressing fear. Suffocating regret.
LORD, save us
from fear's tight grip
regret's bitter taste
while awakening us
to follow in Your footsteps -
To live with abandon.
As the clock keeps ticking,
t i m e
is passing by.
Each opportunity is a gift
that we have the responsibility
t o u s e.
The days regretted most are those
where you have not
dived fully in.
Let us live with abandon, LORD, for You.
© 2013 Deborah Hope Shining
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I definitely don't want this to be a monologue. What are your thoughts? Questions? Ideas?