He had a wanderlust that could not be quenched
Moving from town to town
Changing jobs at the drop of a hat
With family in tow, there was always another move in store
His wife became an expert packer
Frequent moves do not lend themselves to collecting precious things
Friendships started were once again uprooted
One could only hope it was at the beginning of the school year
The ripple effects would be felt over a lifetime
A consuming passion is what did him in
Cigarette after cigarette, no less than two packs a day
He died way too young, never to see his children grown
By the time she was ten, they had moved ten times
Is it any wonder that she doesn’t know how
To let the roots of friendship grow
Something is always held in reserve
So that the deep wounds of her soul won’t be hurt again
Will she ever be unafraid of the changes tomorrow will bring
She longs to be settled for a lifetime
Letting her roots grow deep
With the husband she loves, in the place she calls home
November 3, 2012
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3 thoughts on “Five Minute Friday – Uprooted”
Beautiful and pointant. I hope you get a chance to fully grow your roots.
Amazingly awesome post.
After a couple of years of constant transitions (ending us up on another continent) I can more easily imagine the pain of constant moving… Praise our God who can heal anything – if not this side of heaven, in heaven at last where we will be forever home and will never have to shed those goodbye tears again.Thanks for sharing your heart.