Or waste my living on rot and mold.
Relationships failed to come into being
Thoughts un-fleshed that were never seen
Dreams that died without fruit on the vine
All those ideas that were once mine
Seeds that were planted, but never grew
Harvest of wishes that didn’t come through
Let me not waste another day,
on those desires that fade away.
Let me not die while I’m yet living,
buried in regrets of what wasn’t giving
life to my soul or hope to my days
Let me not grieve my whole life away.
Let me rest in the faith: what is mine, will be mine,
May I cling to the hope, the truth and the vine
My inheritance determined by an act of grace
No seed will be lost or put to waste;
What is rooted will live and will grow and thrive
But my grief cannot hold it, or force it alive.
What dies in the ground will give life to the soil
Nourish the earth, make it good for the toil
So let me not grieve that which never could grow
but continue to dream, to live and to sow.
Some seeds will be planted, some seeds will die
Some seeds will grow roots as deep as the sky
Some dreams I will harvest, some will never survive
But may all my days living, be fully alive.