Another thousand and one thoughts fighting for attention in the recesses of my mind. Feeling increasingly fed-up with the stagnation I find I'm in, not only for the past month of bumming, but for the entire past 3 years. I see people being involved, doing things left, right, centre. Me? I've nothing to show. Nada. Zilch. No accomplishments, no accolades, nothing that is actually of any WORTH.

I end up struggling to convince myself that they ought to accept me into the course.

Thinking into the future, wondering where and what will we all be doing. Already I see some old mates blooming from nondescript bud to flourishing flower, and I'm truly glad for them. Then with a heavy heart I turn to You and show you my empty hands, with the despairing feeling that it is I who is getting in the way of who I'm meant to be.


I don't mind if you've got something nice to say about me
And I enjoy an accolade like the rest
You could take my picture and hang it in a gallery
Of all who's who and so-n-so's that used to be the best
At such'n'such ... it wouldn't matter much

I won't lie, it feels alright to see your name in lights
We all need an 'Atta boy' or 'Atta girl'
But in the end I'd like to hang my hat on more besides
The temporary trappings of this world

I want to leave a legacy
How will they remember me?
Did I choose to love?
Did I point to You enough
To make a mark on things?
I want to leave an offering
A child of mercy and grace who
blessed your name unapologetically
And leave that kind of legacy

I don't have to look too far or too long awhile
To make a lengthly list of all that I enjoy
It's an accumulating trinket and a treasure pile
Where moth and rust, thieves and such will soon enough destroy

Not well traveled, not well read, not well-to-do or well bred
Just want to hear instead, "Well Done" good and faithful one...

- Legacy, © Nichole Nordeman