Have I Loved Well
People we have known, leave a path across our mind
Much like a trail while walking through fresh snow.
Some are deep. Some are simply there, and hard to find.
But in the end, they all were once one's we came to know.
And they helped us in our thoughts to sow.
There are but few, the number matters not, for it is quite uncertain,
Who leave a path, and some who bore holes deep within our heart.
As our days dwindle down to that final curtain,
We'll find joy, grief and pain with those who wove their loving art,
Across and through our heart.
When the winds of winter spill their cold,
And we are left to think our thoughts, and wonder as we do,
As we grow so very tired, worn and weary, and we are old,
How will we judge those with whom we've known,
With life's last breath adieu.
It matters not the paths on the mind, it was those of the heart, who were so
deep,
That keeps us awake, playing the same self hand over again, and leaves us full of
fear.
We wish as the doors of autumn rings round our head, slumber followed by dark
sleep
Could end our wonder, not of our peer's for we disdain the thoughts of those our
peers.
It's those who burrowed oh so deep within ours hearts we fear.
Did we do all that we could do, did we love them quite enough,
Did we expose our souls, make fools of ourselves and worry not a care?
What did we leave unsaid, undone, unfulfilled in those whose hearts we held?
Worry and self-doubt, did it keep us from those with whom we shared.
The love of ages in which we were ensnared.
God's great gift of Grace, though sinners are we all,
Can best judge those we've loved, and in the end, how we have loved.
One can pray that we have loved with all the Grace God gave us, here this fall,
For it's not how many we have loved, it's how well we have loved.
But still I wonder in the end, how well I've loved, how well I've loved.
---Dick T.
