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2016-12-07 21:15:19 (UTC)

Words that don't seem to be my own

Mood: Thoughtful
Song: None
Color: Green with Gold flecks

Loss and Gain
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

When i compare
What i have lost with what i have gained
with what i missed with what attained.
Little room do i find for pride

I am aware
How many day's have been idly spent
How like an arrow the good intent
Has fallen short or been turned aside

But who shall dare
To measure loss and gain in this wise?
Defeat may be victory in disguise.
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide

I supposes it's not mine to measure loss and gain, it's not mine to say that you should be here or you should not.
I can only say and know and feel as a lowly human i can only understand a greater purpose and greater plan so far before i'm left with more questions than answers, before i'm swallowed in the grief of losses both far back and those quite near.
Though i want to understand and i want to know why....
I'm content with my lot in life, i'm content with not being God which i would never want to be.
I know that with out My losing you, i wouldn't be here today or at least i think.
I think we would have been taken all the same but i wouldn't have this family, i wouldn't have had this life that i do.
Would i trade it for you?
I love you and i love them.
I see the good that came from curses.
Now i suppose it's just now about living this life and doing what's right and fulfilling purposes, and eventually seeing you on the other side.
My heart longs for that day.

I read the thing i wrote above and it seems to be written by someone who is not me...but the words are mine.
I don't know guess it's the poetry and the mood i'm in.