Echoes from the Past
I received the following email from an old friend from high school this afternoon. She’s referencing something I wrote for her about seven years ago. This message brought a smile to my face and warmed my heart. 🙂
“I’m at home cleaning out my room…do you remember giving me your chemistry notebook? You lent me some kind of notebook that I ripped a few sheets out of and saved. You doodled “TO TARISA” and then a poem with a lot of words/lines crossed out, lots of notes and doodles on the side. I don’t think you ever intended me to see it (at least this version). I thought it was really neat and beautiful. I never told you that I found or saved this, but now seems as good of a time as any. Thank you.
Though we are very different
I’m sure we’ve often felt the same –
Disappointed, disillusioned,
A cheated player in the game,
Disheartened by the victories
that others deem as loss
misunderstood by the people
whose paths we daily cross.
Truly… the journey may grow tiresome:
but this is what I’ve learned.
“No winter lasts forever;
no spring ever skips its turn.”
Though it often well may seem
that you must wander farther
and struggle through more trials
it only makes you stronger.
Doubt not even for a moment
that grace will one day
And lead you to your place
And the wait will be worthwhile.