Much as I would like

Sometimes I wonder if one of the gifts of later onset epilepsy is the realization that the whole list of things I thought I might accomplish in my life is really a much shorter list, a pared-down list that has refined my focus to the people and things God intends for me to focus upon.  Hmm.

Much as I would like

To stand and walk,

To drive wherever I wish,

To witness

In bold and eminently visible ways

So no one

Can possibly miss me;

Much as I would like

To be called

Elsewhere,

To be named perhaps

In purple

So everyone might hear;

Much as I would like

Even

To tromp into the wilderness,

Wait for people to come

And find me;

Much as I would like it,

Those roles

Have been filled

And filled

And filled again.

This role is mine,

Even if one hears,

Even if one sees,

This one,

This role

Is mine.