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ROLLER COASTER


The climb is slow. I see the top.
I must persevere; it's not time to stop.
Apprehesion fills my mind.
As I go higher, I leave more behind.
The crest! It's just up ahead.
My hands hold tight
to this track-bound sled.
Whoa! The wind . . .
the force is taking my breath away.
I'm dropping down like a wounded jay,
Falling, falling to the lowest pit,
Heading south with no brakes to hit.
Help! Now I'm spinning 'round.
I'm catching glimpses of the ground.
The sky is twisting, I'm a stunt jet in flight;
I'm feeling sick and there's no end in sight.
Now dipping, cutting, rising, turning -
my mind is racing and my gut is churning.
I simply want off! I want it to end!
There! I see the final bend.
But, WHAT? The ride keeps going!
It's not stopping . . . it's not even slowing!
I'm back to the climb, back to the start.
This ride of my life is hard on my heart!
The reality is, in our daily highs and lows,
that nothing is constant - life rolls and flows.
Yet we're held firm in a loving embrace,
God will see us through this winding race.
There will be tough times, good times interwined,
but the track holds firm, it's always kind.
Regardless of where you are today,
Realize change won't go away;
But cicumstances and situations will,
So hold on to Jesus and rest in His will.


Tom Felten


++ my favorite poem. i kept a copy of this since i'm in my 3rd year college (2003). many said that that life is like a wheel, but as you can read the perfect replica of life is a roller coaster. enjoy the ride !!!!


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