am i overly stubborn in imposing my will
rejecting your will, in my failing to see grace
in freight unloaded, regularly, at my feet
or, am i lively, very vibrantly, otherwise
adding life to a decaying soul like the mountain
lion, the cougar, pouncing dissolutely at the hunter
with his gun like will hounding the creature
who as a hermit already withdrawn to a cavern
my quest, however, is for wisdom, that light
from the abundance of your mercy to isolate
the black thread in the dusk of my life, and yield
to your will even in my defeat suspending mine
© henry victor
Note: Josephine’s shirt here reads, “When I
grow up I want to be me”, expressing, perhaps, her MOM’s inflexible will! (IHV)
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