It's Never too Late

Like a flower, it is never too late to bloom,

A seed grows into a bud, lying dormant.

Like a baby develops in a mother’s womb.

In a season, just paused in a growth stunt.

It is never too late to change your fate,

For the dreams you have lost or have died

For the smallest of hope as you patiently wait,

Can rekindle the flame of your seed inside.

That dormant seed that looks dead and gone,

Can be revived with a watered opportunity.

Don’t despair though it might be taking so long,

Just be ready to bloom with hope and positivity.

It is never too late, for there’s always tomorrow,

Hold on to your dreams and don’t lose them.

Never give up, for your future is not known,

There’s still time for your dreams to blossom.

Finding the Lost

Things are never too lost that cannot be found, including you.

You can lose your sanity, your marbles, in this crazy, upside-down world,

Your thoughts can get lost in your cluttered, muddled and troubled mind

You can lose your hope, unanchored, swaying in the storm, feeling hurled

Trying to find the will to live, not just to survive, but to thrive, a purpose to find.

You can lose your way, going in circles along life’s many detours

With your shoulda's, coulda's, woulda's and if onlys…

Looking for the light, back to where your memories were happier

You can lose your passion, those big dreams of your enthusiastic youth

Or you can lose your authentic self, always being a people pleaser

Not validating the value of your worth in the foundation of your truth.

Life is about searching and finding your own adventure to explore,

Discovering your purpose, your calling, that will satisfy your soul

A daily, continuous, intentional search to find that something more.

The pursuit of joining your broken bits together to be made whole

You can lose a loved one, but those who we love are never truly lost.

They stay buried in your heart, where a hole leaks grief in place of love

Shocking you with the reality of how much their absence does cost

As you search for the kind of comfort that hugs you like a glove

Don’t lose your time, wasting it idly away, ticking like a time bomb

Don’t lose your patience. Instead stay cool and calm at your core

Don’t lose your temper, exchanging it for strife and filling you with hate

Some search for justice and mercy, those lost causes worth fighting for

Some things are good to lose that you hope not to find again, like weight

There are countless things we lose in life, but nothing is too lost that cannot be found, especially you…