Lost Things
So much of life is about gains and losses.
The gains we appreciate, but not the losses.
Our gains in life are too numerous to list.
Many or most of our losses are eventually forgotten,
and we move on as we learn to live without them.
Once in a while, a thought of our lost things crosses
our minds. We would treasure them if only we had them.
To name just a few of my losses isn't very hard to do.
My HS graduation ring; A photo of a homeless man;
My two boys' collection of toy cars; My college
graduation picture. Since high school, these are
just a few of my lost things that come to mind.
If I had to think about it for a while, who knows
how long the list would be? But from the above list,
if all of them were found, and I could only choose
one, which loss would I first reach for, cherishing it
the most to possess again?
I have often longed for a photograph of a homeless man
having Christmas dinner with me and my young family
some 40 years ago. Encountering and having a brief
relationship with Reuben had a huge impact on me
as a young man. I think that would be my choice.
011724PS
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