Someday
I always thought that someday your heart would be full of regret for all you’ve missed
and you’d tell us how sorry you are.
There was hope that a time would come when instead of calling us together to shatter our lives
you’d let us know how proud you are of the ways we’ve put them back together.
Often, I’ve wondered if you wished that you’d done things differently
and have waited to hear that you were going to try and do better.
Someday I told myself, you’d finally realize you don’t know us at all
then you’d do what it takes to change that.
But, here we are, time is a thief and has stolen your memory.
The hard truth that I think I’ve always known is…someday is never going to come…
and maybe I’m slowly learning, that’s OK.
“Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead,”
Philippians 3:13 (NIV)