Sometimes I’m not sure why I do the things I do – or why God permits me to do them.
I don’t know if I’m being obedient and allowing myself to be led by Him. Or if the corrupt desires of my ego have taken over and led me from His path.
Strange that it should be so hard to tell. One might think that after 5-6 decades in the Christian faith I might have a better clue.
But I do not. At least not all of the time.
So I humbly offer to you today an example of such unknowing – a poem written for no particular reason.
The time spent writing could certainly have been used in more productive ways. It is far from a great masterpiece of a poem. Why did I write it?
Am I to learn something of my soul’s struggle as I work through the endless word and sound combinations?
Or did God simply want me seated at my computer last night so that a hot and weary stranger could see me with my door open and ask for a glass of water?
Perhaps I will never know.
But here is the poem…
loose
if her soul
to virtue
holds not tight
when all seems
calm and well.
seized and stolen –
fear the darkest night!
sate on
trifling pleasures
played and won,
forever to excite.
endless now
dismissing then –
life’s pure meaning
lost from sight.
gay be
real
known to rescue,
show us your great might.
else doomed be all
the free and mortal –
in heaven’s hope
the final fight.
save your
lives
hearts forlorn –
in darkness is the bright.
night be conquered,
come and taste –
consume His joy!
holy His great light.
(This poem includes a little puzzle of sorts. Did you notice? Strange the things I do…Not a total waste…at least a thirsty pilgrim received a glass of water.)