
Take the classes. Make the trip.
Reclaim the time you thought you missed.
Salvage each and every chance
to play and sing and twirl and dance.
Grab each moment, don’t delay.
Scan the skies on grayscale days
for puppies, whales, and dreams that hide
in clouds seen from the underside.
Hunt for joy, reject despair,
find beauty hidden everywhere.
Trust the laughter, risk the fall,
embrace the One who holds it all.
Dare to hope again, receive
His grace as rescue and reprieve.
Lift your face, step into light,
for morning always follows night.
Redeem the time, refuse to wait.
If you’re still here, it’s not too late.
So, take the classes. Make the trip.
Loosen fear and tighten grip
on wonder, grace, and life made new.
There was always so much more for you.
ยฉ copyright 2026 Beverly Carroll
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