My Plot Line

You think I’m a man

who follows a plan.

Well, sure, I suppose

I have some of those.

But I am at heart

a flawed work of art.

For I am a story,

a proof of the glory

of Him who forgives,

who died and yet lives,

whose loving embrace,

delivers His grace.

When I’m at my ending,

worn out past the mending,

says Doc, “Pull the plug”:

Just give me a hug

and turn loose of me.

I’ve somewhere to be!

Copyright ©2020, Paul H. Harder II

This poem is licensed under a Creative Commons BY-NC-ND 4.0 License.