She caught my eye as she slowly walked to the communion rail
Slightly bent with cane she limped, her youth spent, old and frail
Looking into her green eyes; suddenly I knew at once it was she
The one who coolly and silently had gone so far away from me
So wild and fun our young lives had been in those long past days
Yet so self-destructive were we, so much alike in too many ways
Oh that we had only known that when our life's paths again twisted
That in age we'd have found a spiritual bond we never knew existed
(c) Roger Eugene Corell,
March 6,2006
I think some of us do not know who we are until our lives are well advanced. It takes a lot of living to become the person that we were meant to be. That means making many mistakes and not only being sorry for them but learning from these experiences. I am not the person that I was in my youth. I am glad that this is so as I look back on that person and do not really like him at all. I pray God that I do not ever see this job, of becoming the person I am meant to be, finished. May I always be an uncompleted work still in progress. Life is the greatest teacher of all. rec