In a flash the world can change,
Leaving one to look for blame,
when all that we knew of life’s favor,
Burned into flames of some strange nature.
Within the cordiality of some,
lies a truth of one to become, A better steward of life’s trials,
the tribulation in one denial.
Life spins like a merry-go-round, too fast to contain a view,
Look for someone to slow it down,
For time to encompass a truth.
A legacy will surely suffer,
a memory to be forsaken,
if one does not embrace the truth,
in a moment it could be taken.
Until that time of surrendering within that quiet place,
one will never know the wondrous pain of grace.
That unchanging promise to oneself,
that forces us to allow,
the opening of a closed door,
on the way to the merry-go-round.
-Julie Brown, The Brownstone, Chapter 3