The mystery of impact,
a paradox hard to hold,
being who I am
doing what I do,
to what end?
The answer held truly
by the one, herself
by the one, himself
read aloud in their own lives.
In the theater of my life,
I stand somewhere between
the second and final acts,
scenes replaying and lovingly teaching.
Youth now walks behind me,
but deserted me it has not.
Its diligence dutiful and due,
its design served adequately.
From the words of life & living,
a manuscript evolving,
my impact unfolding in the chapters,
written by others
finally by me being read.
And read I do
often and openly.
no longer hiding,
impact embracing,
the mystery holding,
the mystery holding me.
– J. Brunson
Filed under: Ch. 1: Impact Tagged: Impact, Mystery, Unfolding
