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Crazy… A Poem by Sherri Woodbridge

Posted Feb 02 2009 11:40pm

Some people think I’m crazy
and maybe some days they’re right
I laugh and sing as much as I can
and stay up all hours at night.

People caution me to slow down
take it easy, rest - do much less
but what they can’t see and what they don’t know
is that there’s too much life in brokenness.

Broken is a tricky word in life,
it seems to be connected with the good and the bad
although often shattered in pieces, left lying for dead,
the brokenness I’d much rather have.

I want the reliance upon God, my father,
A devout heart to him alone.
I want to live each day, better than the last
and make my heart, His home.

I want to live each day as if it’s my last,
take every opportunity that comes my way
Stop and admire every detail
Keeping nothing and no one at bay.

To offer forgiveness where forgiveness needs to be
and holding no grudges toward another
to love all unconditionally
as a sister or a brother.

Some may call it ignorant,
unreasonable rash or whatever,
I call it crawling out of my shell
living each day as if I won’t live forever.

So look out world, I’m on the loose,
Living as if this day were my last
Looking ahead instead of behind
Putting the past, in the past.

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