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December 27, 2001 (early am)
This poem was written for one of my supervisors at work. She had been working extra hours to cover the head supervisor who was on vacation. But, the extra hours were taking their toll on her relationship with her husband, and beginning to wear her to a frazzle because she hated not being able to spend more time with him than the few minutes in the morning before he went to work. She explained this to me after snapping at me for something trivial. After hearing it, I couldn't get it out of my head. So, when I got home, I sat down and wrote the following poem. The "Praise" part of this event is even better than the poem. First, God got me to listen when she decided to speak to someone about it. He got her to talk to me during one of my "inspired" writing times. He had me write the poem on the 27th, early in the a.m. before I had to go to work that afternoon. He also got me to bring it in, rewritten for neatness, and He had her busy in the office so I had to slip it under the door before heading off to do my job. He also got her husband to come in with her lunch, which he had in his hand as he sat outside of her office waiting for her to get done as I slipped the poem under the door with a note telling her to give it to her husband. AND, it turns out that that day, the 27th of December, was also her birthday! Praise God who works many wonders!**/**/1992
While not "recent", it's still a nice poem and it predates my salvation by 3 years.
Sept. 15, 2001
February 2002
What can we hope to gain
by the measure of a moment lost...
We either stand on rock
or we slip into the sinking sand.
Comes the morning,
we can try again;
Comes the morning,
"Time is short, my friend."
Comes the evening,
we can fly again;
Comes the seeing that
"time is short my friend."
Don't wait til morning;
don't wait til tonight;
You only have The Now...
come and breathe in the light...
Time is short...my friend.
What can we hope to touch,
in the pleasure of this moment, lost?
We either stand on rock
or we trip into the blinding cost.
What can we hope to gain
if we don't hold The Savior's Hand?
We either stand on rock...
or we slip into the sinking sand.
Andrew D. Festa
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