Progress Report

An ounce of prevention

I could never get your attention

Even when I tried to give you mine

Pleasant, proper greetings

Exchanged upon each meeting

Not exactly what I’d call the tie that binds

The house I couldn’t seem to give away

So I walked on and let it stay

Fading rapidly, into its final status

As one more thing of the past

That was never meant to last

It served its intended purpose

Once again it’s time to walk away

But circumstances clearly say

What I’m heading to, my only goal

Unattached to what I’m leaving

No bitterness, no regrets, older without weariness

Nothing in the past is worthy of retrieving

Wise enough not to speak so much

To hear your voice and know your touch

A pilgrim’s treasure

To know the pleasure

Of pleasing You

Simply by believing

"And without faith it is impossible to please God . . ."

(Hebrews 11:6)