Saturday, April 16, 2005

Poem: In All Things...

The light, it shines for such a brief moment
The hope that maybe, possibly, could it be?
A glimmer, a thought, a whim, a longing
Could it finally be? Could it finally be?
And then it fades, disappearing like the vapor
It was vapor, a mere imagining, a construct
Of my desperate mind, trying to make something
Where nothing was there at all, nothing at all
It hurts, it hurts for such a brief moment
To have my dreams demolished by reality.
Sighing, longing, pouting, foolish man
Did not the One who made you know this day?
Did He not plan for it? Is He caught off guard?
So, pout not. Cease not your hope. Chase not idols.
Put your trust in Him. Let Him work.
He has it all set out, and when you see it
Experience it, live it, revel in it
Then will you know, without equivocation
That nothing less than this, His best
Would ever have satisfied you and glorified Him

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Mr. S, don't despair so quickly. Sometimes a vapor is a foretelling ghost of true reality. Do not lose heart- be patient. :)