In the mist of all my yesterdays,
The wind wafts so softly.
The Winters of my tomorrows,
Seek to know who I am.
Realization slowly begins,
And my awareness opens freely.
I hear the songs of my youth,
Slowly emanate thru my soul.
As a child I was self absorbed,
And that was fine for awhile.
As a young adult I came to know,
Some of what life is all about.
Now that I've grown with grace,
I have learned many things.
Knowledge is not for the young,
But it comes as you age.
Many quotes come to mind,
Too many to even mention.
Suffice it to say,
That aging is not all bad.
Even tho I feel young still,
My life is slowly drawing nigh.
It doesn't really bother me... much,
Because I know God is waiting there.
He waits patiently for my return,
As I am eager to go home.
But until that fateful day arrives,
I will lead my life as best I can.
There are things I must do yet,
In this life God has given me.
My yesterdays and tomorrows,
Will bring whatever is to come.
The winds of all my yesterdays,
Are all gone now.
And I look forward to my Winters,
As God shows me the way.
I do not need to know who I am,
Nor do I seek to know who you are.
I live my life in the fullness,
Only as God wishes me to do.
I confess that I am not perfect,
And I know I will never be.
But God has forgiven my sins,
Just as He has forgiven your's.
Lots of people know my name,
But do they know who I really am.
I do not live my life in secrecy,
And I am only who I am.
I have told many people,
That I love them very much.
There are different kinds of love though,
And I use them every one.
I am not a complicated person,
My heart is there for everyone to see.
In the Winters of my life,
I'm an open book for one and all.
Too many days can go by,
To let inconsistancies lie about.
Setting things in order,
Takes an awful lot of might.
In the end it doesn't really matter,
What anyone thinks about me.
For some day I'll go home,
To God once more.
If I should return again,
Into another life and time.
Let it be as a person,
Who is compassionate and loving.
In the Winters of my tomorrows,
I will cherish each and every one.
I will listen to the songs of my youth,
And remember the melodies of my soul.
by Jann Newland
(copyright - 2002
