My Life is a Poem

My life is a poem
That I'm living line by line.
I don't always understand the metaphors
Or how they will make sense in time. 

My life is a poem
Written in pastels
On a coffee-stained page in a clothbound book-
Its words are my very cells.

My life is a poem
Which tells me there's a Poet.
I'm often angry at how he writes,
But I find more peace as I get to know him. 

My life is a poem
Some lines I wish I could repeat
Like the ones of you and me in 2023
Laughing under cherry blossoms in the spring.

My life is a poem, 
Much better than it should be,
Because the One who holds the pen
Has had great mercy on me. 

My life is a poem 
That intersects with others.
I hope one day we can fill in the blanks
And rhyme again with one another. 

My life is a poem,
And it has many readers.
I hope they keep me in their pocket.
And read me when they need comfort. 

My life is a poem
That I know one day will end.
Yet in fields of wild lavender
I know it will begin again.