Have I said enough?
Have I done enough?
Is my book complete?
Yet I sense
There are more chapters to write
More adventures to live and share
More days
And more ways
To bring Life to lives.
The inadequacies
The lacks
The quacks who promise
Yet do not deliver
The emptiness of loneliness
That brings me to surrender
To find the path through weakness
That reveals real strength
And changes outcomes
Without misdirecting glory.
The story
Has to be told
By the ones delivered
Not by the agent of deliverance
Who is merely playing the role
Cast by the Director
And produced by the Ghost.
The Host
Not the invited guest
Must be the focus of the Plus 1.
And there's the fun
The joy comes
From the introduction
That brings explosions
Of creative energy
That reveal the Life
That rekindle stars
Long blurred or dimmed
And the Lamplighter's aide
Basks in the plethora of stars
He has watched turn bright
And so did I ask
Are all the stars relit?
Are all the lives made new?
Surely there is more to do.
