No Title Either Poem by Shelby Marie Peters

A man on his knees Prays to God:
'Hear me now, Lord for I am struggling with
the loss of a loved one. Why them? Why
them and not me? '

Then the Lord replied:
'Their time on earth was done. Yours is not.
You each have a set time. Look at Death
as a sort of curfew. There is a certain time at
which you must return home. Whether

you use the time you have away
from home for what you were sent out
to do.. is up to you.'

Then the man asked:
'Then tell me, Father, what is my curfew, so that
I may know how much time I have to complete
the plans you have for me.'

Then the Lord Spoke:
'My child, even if you knew how much time
you have, you would not be able to save
all that which is lost. do not procrastinate,
start now. Do not waste the time you
have, for it is all you get. My son, the
knowledge you ask of me is notfor you to

know until a time of my choosing. Use
your time wisely and glorify Me and you will not
have to worry howmuch time you have. Do
not waste the time I've given you on trivial
pursuits. Share My gifts with Everyone you
pass by on the road of life and you shall be worthy
of the gifts I have for your return home.'

So the man got up from his knees and shared
the Gospel with all he saw. Ha sold his house
and all his possessions, save for a few pairs of
clothes and shoes, and kept only enough money to
help with necessities along his travels, and
traveled the world sharing the good word.

And one night, while the man was sleeping, he
woke to the sound of his Fathers voice:
and the Lord said:
'Well done, My son, and welcome home.'