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Musings of a Troubled Soul

Will this be the last poem I ever write Will I be drafted in the morning to fight A fearsome enemy by dark of night Or might I awaken to see I've lost my sight... Will the sun come up like it's supposed to do Will the heavens turn jet-black instead of blue Will the temperature soar well past forty-two* Will a wall of humidity mean hopes eschewed... Sure this could be the last poem ever I pen Yet the Lord might keep me around 'til 110 So I lay me down tonight, put my trust in His Grace That I'll wake up tomorrow with a smile on my face *42 degrees Celsius = 107.6 degrees Fahrenheit

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M. L. Kiser

Date: 6/27/2020 12:54:00 PM

That's all we can do, well worded.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 6/27/2020 5:16:00 AM

I hope if he keeps you around until 110 that he keeps your HEALTH terrific as well. Chuckle. Chuckle. I have never thought "what if this is the last one?" Hmmmm I might now.

Rico Leffanta

Date: 6/26/2020 2:00:00 PM

Anything left in God's hands is likely to slip through the Old Man's fingers! Aloha! Rico

Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/26/2020 2:09:00 PM

Pretty funny comment. Gave me a nice chuckle, (even though I very much disagree). Happy Friday, Rico.

Janice Canerdy

Date: 6/26/2020 10:44:00 AM

Trusting Him--that's all we can do, Gershon. This skillfully-written, emotional poem is moving and descriptive. Janice

Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/26/2020 1:16:00 PM

Thanks for the kind words, Janice. Here's to you, and Keep the Faith! :) Gershon

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 6/26/2020 10:11:00 AM

I too sometimes wonder what will be the last poem I write. With God I know that I will have eternity beyond this plane of existence. Blessings to you Gershon. Thanks for your visit.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/26/2020 1:15:00 PM

Your poems are so good, Richard, that each and every one could qualify as a 'What a way to go out!' As for me, I'm more of a gambler. lol. Thanks, Gershon

Panagiota Romios

Date: 6/26/2020 7:17:00 AM

You were trained very well, Gershon! I read this, and all I Coukd think of was Modeh Ani! Temps here have been in the hundreds for days. Central Air, staying indoors saves me! Great verse...,PR xo

Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/26/2020 1:14:00 PM

There you go, Modeh Ani every morning! Here's to some lower temperatures on the West Coast! Joy and Light, Gershon

Tom Cunningham

Date: 6/26/2020 4:07:00 AM

Your faith will conquer all your fears. 42°C, that's hot, real hot, had that in Turkey once, I nearly cooked. Cold beer saved the day lol. Tom

Tom Cunningham
Date: 6/27/2020 6:17:00 AM

I'm Anglo saxon, born for the cold lol

Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/26/2020 1:13:00 PM

22 -- just right for you... 32 -- a little warm for you... 42 --- Hellish! Whew!

Sand Blown

Date: 6/26/2020 2:31:00 AM

ah yes 'grace'....i used to dream about her....even thanked god for the memories …...stan sand : )

Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/26/2020 1:11:00 PM

grace must have been quite edgy to have no capital letter G at the start of her name...

Evelyn Judy Buehler

Date: 6/25/2020 11:23:00 PM

Your poem inspires and illustrates how faith keep fears at bay. It also brings fond memories of the first prayer I ever learned. Great poem and great rhyming. :)

Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/26/2020 1:11:00 PM

I also pray the Lord your soul to --- return, Evelyn! Peace and Joy, Gershon