You may listen to me read the poem via the player below.
I plan and make lists to protect my time
From unexpected interruptions;
I niggle the nickles, count the last dime
To escape trouble’s disruption.
In this way I am safe and secure
From surprise and all her plight;
My life stays in the lanes, on rails, is sure;
I go where I want, get home before night.
Though I try and control all that I can
The weather turns, pandemics persist,
Life never sticks to the plans which I plan;
What I fix resists, will not just stay fixed.
But Grace is never expected;
From unseen corners it keeps me guessing;
‘Neath the radar arrives undetected,
And pours out unexpected blessing.
I’ll stay focused, though I may glance above,
And hope for the surprise shower of Love.
© Randall Edwards 2020.