Where Did I Go?

Sifting through memories,

I've found I don't remember much,

And I don't remember growing up.

I never noticed the loss of sleep.

The loss of peace of mind.

And the understanding that comes with age.

 

It seems yesterday I was a scared eigth grader

In a foreign world.

I was twelve years old yesterday,

Today I'm talking of engagement rings.

 

Before I lose myself more,

I have to know.

Am I doing things right?

When it's over,

Will He look at me and say

Well done my good and faithful servant?

 

Sifting through memories,

Trying to regain the innocence,

Even the naivete.

Now I see the pain of this life.

But I see more than that.

 

I see love.

I see grace.

I see a dying song of God.

Dying in my place.

 

And what else can I do,

Except give You what is left?

Lord, of the life I have left,

Take me and use me if you will...

Or it's all just so much wasted time.

 

I'll reclaim those days for You, my God.

 

Reviews

[Aaron B.]

I really like this one :)

It definitly captures that whole realazation that you understandd more than you want to.

I love the opening stanza. It sums up the whole poem I think

Sifting through memories,

I've found I don't remember much,

And I don't remember growing up.

I never noticed the loss of sleep.

The loss of peace of mind.

And the understanding that comes with age.

[Rachel DeHart]

This [as always] is amazing. Powerful, and breathtaking.
I adore it.