Maybe Tomorrow

It’s difficult to stay focused and positive when things constantly go wrong. I am trying very hard to maintain my good attitude, but some days really try my patience. My life is full of people, yet I feel alone. Everything has changed, but I am still right here. Changes pass by like a raging storm. And I stand through it, unscathed. Time, with all it’s virtue, is like an out-of-control, flooded river. It’s easy to get swept away by it. The clock hands spin and mock me. My children are growing like wild flowers, yet I remain. I am but a statue in a sea of activity. A year passes. Just a blink in my haunted mind. Yes, I’ve seen the light. It’s glowing on the mountain top. That old light is just dripping with salvation and redemption. It makes the mountainside slippery and treacherous. I’m sure it’s obtainable though. Looks like a long hike. Maybe tomorrow I will climb up there.... Maybe tomorrow....