I Could Not

I climbed a mountain.

On mountain peak

I jumped for the moon.

Clean and solid both feet land.

To move the world,

I could not

I jumped again

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I started today's blog with this poem

It is what came to me this morning.

I am a July child born under the sign of

Cancer. It is beyond me to not care for

friends and family. I am passionate in

my beliefs. I listen to others as bar tenders

listen to their customers.

Emotions have run all over the spectrum

in the last 9 months. The cause, politics, work,

life, death.

If I could I would right all injustice, relieve the fear

of no work, lessen the sorrows of life's illnesses and

the deep sorrows of death.

I have experienced it all.

I know the fears, the pain, the sorrows

It is part of why I started writing.

I can not change the world, hence,

the poem I started with.

I do not attend church. I have never

been baptised. Yet, I have a faith in

the supreme being we call God.

I have seen and experienced many

extraordinary things.

My faith is firm. There is a poem

written by another that I know

can apply to me. It is titled

Footprints in the Sand

One night I had a dream.

I dreamed I was walking

along the beach with the Lord

Across the sky flashed scenes

from my life

For each scene I noticed

two sets of footprints

One belonged to me,

the other to the Lord

When the last scene flashed before me

I looked back at the footprints in the sand

I noticed that many times along

the path of my life

there was only one set of footprints

I also noticed that it happened

at the very lowest and saddest

points of my life

This really bothered me. I questioned the Lord

"You said that once I decided to follow you

you would walk with me all the way

but I have noticed that during the most

troubling and lowest times of my life

there is only one set of footprints"

"I do not understand why in times

when I needed you most you would leave me"

The Lord replied"my precious, precious

child,

I love you and I would never leave you"

"during your times of trial and

suffering, when you saw only one set

of footprints....

It was then that I carried you"

Mary Stevenson, 1931