Who we see in our mirror ain't not maybe who we be,
But the one who shapes the Clay we be, is He who can See.
My new PC is back on line with only minor aches and pains, from the PC-N2-Thought-Virus, that almost killed it. Tech says only minor scratches and bruises, to show for the cyber collision. My 'end of year, and productive life,' offering I present, and hope/pray everyone can retire, feeling as comfortable as I do, seasoned with a portion of 'wish I had done more,' knowing I could have:
Old Clay Pot Reflection
By Arley Steinhour 122910
If I had my life to live over, and could do most anything,
I do believe so many things changed would have had a lesser sting.
I probably would, my parents trade in, for people very rich,
Who loved each other well enough not to live beside a ditch.
Parents who through thick and thin, would have truly stuck it out,
So children, like me, could grow, and known them, just about.
My body would have never been that chubby, extra large,
Slim, trim, strong and swift, be like the hero in cavalry charge.
Every one would call me 'Albert,' for that's where my mind be at,
Thinking things like E=MC2, and how to save our poor planet.
Oh, I would be a Doozy, Top-Gun, Hero, never Flat,
But alas, if I had changed it, my me is not where I'd be at.
I learned, I couldn't change my past, as future rested on that,
If I changed my past to dreams, I'd end up like 'Casey Up to Bat.'
So taking what I had from life, and looking for all parts best,
I settle for the person I be, shaped by Jesus, living in my chest.
Pride would be a feeling, that I have in Him, for eternity,
The clay I call 'me,' He shaped into the man I be.
I didn't save Fair Maiden, or rescue Jumper from the Fall,
But the things I did do, made me who I am, content with self, is all.