It takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home.

Author Unknown

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Chapter 7, Page 25, Book 13




Train Of Life


Some folks ride the train of life
Looking out the rear,
Watching miles of life roll by,
And marking every year.

They sit in sad remembrance,
Of wasted days gone by,
And curse their life for what it was,
And hang their head and cry.

But I don't concern myself with that,
I took a different vent,
I look forward to what life holds,
And not what has been spent.

So strap me to the engine,
As securely as I can be,
I want to be out on the front,
To see what I can see.

I want to feel the winds of change,
Blowing in my face,
I want to see what life unfolds,
As I move from place to place.

I want to see what's coming up,
Not looking at the past,
Life's too short for yesterdays,
It moves along too fast.

So if the ride gets bumpy,
While you are looking back,
Go up front, and you may find,
Your life has jumped the track.

It's all right to remember,
That's part of history,
But up front's where it's happening,
There's so much mystery.

The enjoyment of living,
Is not where we have been,
It's looking ever forward,
To another year and ten.

It's searching all the byways,
Never should you refrain,
For if you want to live your life,
You gotta drive the train.

Author Unknown 



Specially blended for traveling…


The Lord will keep your going out and your coming in from this time on and forevermore.

Psalm 121:8

When I read this poem I could just see myself there on that train.  Chugging along on the track, going wherever life leads me.  I know that I will travel many pathways during my lifetime. Some may take me only a short distance and there will be others that I will travel for years. On my journey through life, I will have countless opportunities to choose one path over another.  

There have definitely been times my train has jumped the track too, but thankfully with a little help from above, I got back on track again.  By listening to my heart, I know God will lead me to right choices on my journey. I've found that I never travel alone and it's the best feeling in the world. 

When I see two paths ahead I can be sad that I don't always make the right choice or I can focus on hope instead of looking at where I fell short.  Hope inspires me to keep on going.  I want to feel those winds of change blowing me in the face.


4 comments:

linda m said...

Wonderful poem. Thank you for sharing. I think we all have experienced our train jumping the track; but thank goodness God has been there to put us back on track. Blessings

Chatty Crone said...

Just make sure it is not the Long Black Train. sandie

jack69 said...

I love that poem! That is the way life should be.

Love from over in IOWA.

TARYTERRE said...

GREAT poem about life.