Ragged End
By Tom King
I think I’ve hit a point in life where I do not care much,
I think I’ve hit a point in life where I do not care much,
About when all of this will rattle down to its ragged end,
Or whether I’ll even finish all that stuff I wanted to get
done
All those years ago when I was standing in the starting
gate.
I think we sense when our work in this world is just about
done
Or at least when it’s coasting down to some kind of
conclusion.
There’s a kind of finality that hangs over everything we do
now,
Fog-like, intrusive, nagging at you constantly every
dragging day.
I’m not afraid anymore, though. God is watching us too
closely for that;
Making all things work together for good and all,
If not for our comfort, then I suspect He does it for our
edification.
I’ve learned to live with that after all these years and all
I’ve seen.
© 2016 by Tom King
© 2016 by Tom King
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