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The Game of Life-A Poem

Updated on July 21, 2014
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The Game of Life


The unknown has always given me pause.

The darkness lingering in my mind.

What will tomorrow bring as the great wheel keeps turning?

There is no escaping change.

Kids grow when you aren’t looking.

Pets grow old and slow their pace.

Parents change before our very eyes.

Brothers and sisters move on.

Change is not my favorite thing.

It’s not safe or well known.

Where I am now is the result of some change

That in the beginning was not what I wanted

Or maybe it was.

Either way it was the end of something familiar

And the start of something new.

Still fear and worry plague the mind

Like a chess game you’re not smart enough to win.

Why do I have to have all the answers?

If I had known certain things would I be on the path I am now?

Would I have done the same things?

Probably not, I think.

I would have played it safe and controlled everything.

I wouldn’t have gotten to the same conclusion.

I would have messed it up.

I think that is the truth in change.

God is the master chess player.

He sees the end game of our lives.

He sees where He wants us to be.

He sees what is best.

He is joyful with us when good things happens.

He is there with the worst as well.

The amazing thing is He is there whether we fight Him or not.

We can stand on our board of life and say “NO

I am not going to that space over there

I am happy right here.”

He gently picks us up kicking and screaming and moves us anyway.

He is God after all.

We learn and adjust and see that we need to rely on Him.

We get comfortable again.

Time to change again and we are moved on.

We change with our circumstances.

Our life experiences help others.

Empathy and compassion are learned and joy as well.

“Is that His plan?”

“Change comes to change us?”

He is a discerning and foreseeing chess player.

It’s only in looking back at the board that I see this.

It’s only later that I get a glimpse of the strategy.

Why can’t I trust in the midst of the move?

Why can’t I learn?

Maybe it’s a fear problem or maybe a trust.

Maybe I am just human,

There is always that to fall back on.

But I think it is control as well and a bit of pride.

It is the rook on the board telling the master player

That he knows better.

I hope with each change that I will be different.

Control of everything is so hard to keep right in my mind.

Ironically trust would be easier in so many ways.

I could just say “O.k. I am going to that space there."

"I don’t know why but I am ready for whatever.”

“I know that your hand is on me and I know

That You see the end game.”

I think to not know the answers is the first step.

I think that it takes courage.

I think that there will be pain and joy still

But I think it will be worth it.

I want my life to make a difference.

I don’t want to be in control anymore.

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      BBEXJosh 2 years ago

      very cryptic

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      Joy Campbell 2 years ago from Oklahoma

      Yes, I guess it is. It's a little different than what I usually write but sometimes the words just come out like that. Thanks for you comment.

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