Beginning End

 

Good habits, form I did not.  I began this journey from the back to beginning.  Began at the ever busy end.  Began with too much responsibility, too much upon my shoulders, too much confidence.  Certainly too much pride.  Pride in what?  What did I know?  What did I have to show?

I look back now at the beginning end of my early late days and wonder at what I wrought.  So sure I could.  Certain I would.  Began at the masterpiece and began backwards and upside down.  And good habits I did not have down.  

I began in the height of hurry, busy and do ~ care for so many.  

Write the story.  When the letters I did not yet know to make.  Run the marathon, when I had yet to know how the basic step to take.  Nurture all the tiny, precious souls, when mine was yet still infantile for goodness sake.

Good Habits.  I did not yet know.  At the end I began.  With the masterful story, the marathon, the multitude of many I did make.  And I yet was but a silly babe.  A letter, a step, a care I could not yet take.

It would be the end at the beginning.  The end of what I confidently knew I could do . . . 

But, here in the middle of the end's beginning I do know I can not a thing do without You.  And maybe the undoing of my end at the my very beginning was the gift . . .

To know I can not . . . Yet You can, And You do.  Thank You.