They'll know when they get theirs

Some of us hide our gifts we hide our glory under winters blanket of emotions 

too blind too heavy to see our talents light

too cold, too caught up, too sorry

life's events that bring strengths wisdom and a knowing pass like three buses in a row without a soul on board


young ones old ones sad ones slow ones staring with eyes glazed over

Whether this life time or the next
maybe tomorrow or someday
It gets too hard not to miss
It gets too frustrating not to see
The message that comes from all the woes 
the horrors and bad dreams
the real life experience
the real life hindrances 
that blur the truth, the realness and the Mission

Everyone's is different but the destination all the same

You know when you get there
why preached to the unconverted
they'll know when they get theirs


Written by Elen B Copyright 2013 ALL RIGHTS RESTRICTED