unfinished business
half eaten whole wheat
on a dirty breakfast plate.
laundry in the dryer
worn wrinkled running late.
tea from yesterday
whose leaves tell a fortune,
of things left hanging
by one who bit off more than their portion
in this short life,
of before 9 and way after 5.
leaving crumbs of unfinished business trailing behind.
fitting big dreams into small cocoons.
lacking the mileage to upgrade to more leg room,
but pay that no mind because
sometimes
windows are better than aisles,
and occasionally when you’re trapped
is when you can see for miles.
see that you’re not alone
in trying to affect the globe
as all the pavement, every home
rarely gives break to trees anymore.
people competing with their Maker
they upgrade, renovate and update
trying to out create the Creator.
your dams can not hold His rivers.
you’ll never give enough of yourself
to out-give The Giver.
though i seek His will
i often stumble,
then gripe about big shoes to fill
and unfinished business
as though life is a contest
with a consolation prize
for comparing splits
with other who are running the same race,
and all this rambling is me just trying to state:
though loose ends make me want to hit my head.
this morning I chose to hit my knees instead.
because,
our business is better left unfinished
so as not to diminish
the perfect purpose created by God
for His scattered children.
