In trying to unclutter my life,
I find myself taking You in.
In trying to improve myself,
I find myself trusting men.
One minute, I’m cleaning up well,
Next minute I find I need space.
One minute I’m enjoying the view,
Next minute I see only Your face
Today I pick up broken pieces.
Tomorrow there will be new breaks.
Today I hold my head up high.
Tomorrow there will be shameful mistakes.
Do You not see a warning sign?
Do You not grow weary of games?
It’s obvious I am not alone.
I just don’t know their names.

7-19-2001 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire