Not Too Late

Not Too Late I can change the whole world, in a moment, if I choose that direction. I can make things happen, that never had a chance before. All it takes, all it ever took, was my answer. That is a resounding, Yes! He is real, and I can feel it. I have known a long time, But feared the judgment of my life, Too concerning to be worth the value of… saving. The cost is beyond my payment. My ability to work hard enough. I fail daily and find my very life, my small soul, in question. He finds me, on my knees, as often as I can. He finds me, speaking nonsense, grateful beyond the words of mere praise. I will go places, I will tell people. They will find me crazy. I will tell them, that I am. It is true. That does not make my words, less real. It makes them more… tangible.