For a moment the radio wavered between stations
and I was so busy
making myself marvelous.

God have pity on the smell of gasoline
which finds its way like an arm
through a car window,
more human than kerosene,
more unctuous, more manly.

I might walk vast expanses
of earth and always be beginning
and I love beginning
or could learn
to love it.

Our GOD is a GOD of second chances - Yes, God does these things again and again for people'

I suppose if you take enough slim chances, you are bound to create success out of one if you stick with it long enough. Either way, imagine what you might be able to learn in the process - about the work, and yes, of yourself too.

Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.