I am as imperfect as they come
flawed at every turn,
always messing something up as I endeavor to learn.
Actions made stupidly make me feel awkwardly
striving to master motion that’s forwardly.
Obstacles rise anew as I travel this road
collecting errors to add to my load.
So another day begins as I ponder my plight
wondering if soon, I might get it right.
I pray to Creator of both Heaven and Earth
fill me with blessings, peace and self-worth.
For I am a child of God, you see, yearning to be light, soaring and free.
Yet, imperfect I am and will continue to be
as long as I’m part of humanity. Sue Lusk
Rosy Shades Enterprises 