Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Dead End

I thought I’d come to a dead end.
No more would I mentor budding writers.
Perhaps I needed to learn to trust
and spend my energies
in other ways.
Maybe I was only to do family history.
Maybe a time in my life was past,
and the path had closed.

I felt shut out from the world,
imprisoned in my home,
left to be ever alone
to suffer out a frustrated life.

No longer to be able to
teach children
interact with other women
teach within the Church
influence others with comments
attend church or the temple
go visiting teaching
go to the library
visit my children & grandchildren
attend socials
do the shopping
do family history research
or go out on dates with my husband

Instead opportunities have
opened for me in my home
to more effective teaching
as a tutor in reading
and mentor young writers;
one on one, in depth

Through writing my thoughts are shared
my influence felt, and my voice heard
as I write encouraging letters to missionaries
Visit teach through letters
Write for the Ensign magazine
Compose poems
Support a third grade writing program
Record family stories
and share my ideas with Church committees.

I am enjoying having the time
to think, write, study, teach and
support family and friends
as I listen and counsel them
by letters and phone.

From my seeming dead end
has opened up an avenue
leading to an increased
sense of  fulfillment.


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