Parking Lot Parable







Space and time, the grocery store. As I search to rest my wheels.

Those around me move with haste the coveted speck to steal.

As I gaze behind me, I see from where I’ve come,

I note the world around me not merely rushed or stunned.

Such is as a lifetime of seeking careful rest.

Not all the spaces I have dwelt, have been the very best.

Even by the will of God, in hardship I have stirred,

The traffic of a sorrowful world, my armor I have gird.

This vessel in which this world we move, much like a sporty car

Is likened to our earthly form, as such we seek afar.

Not seeing what’s before us, the spaces meant to be.

Before the very beginning, He planned those spots for me.

I will not fight or speed for rite, He knows me wholly-to my delight.

No need my friend to scrap or worry, I’m here to praise my God,

and thus enjoy my journey.


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