BE WHERE YOU ARE

When we are young,

we want to be grown.

Now that we're old

where have the years flown?

We can never be happy,

accept what we've got.

Always scheming and plotting

to be what we're not.

Why do we find it

so hard to receive

The blessings we're sent

why can't we believe

We are at this moment,

where we need to be?

If we open our eyes,

then we can see

We have God's greatest treasure~

LIFE and all its pleasure.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was written August 21, 2002

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Becca Taylor's picture

This poem is very beautiful.