I’VE let go what will, let come whatever may
so I no longer need to be afraid
I don’t need to keep the change today
for tomorrow’s debts I’ve already paid
I used to ride a ship upon the ocean
and sail a sea of glass beneath the sky
with wind that filled my sails with forward motion
and bore along the boat that kept me dry
but then the sky was rent by bolts of thunder
of hammer-blows of wrathful gods reigned down
my ship an anvil clove by fire asunder
and I believed that I must surely drown
come and surge upon me raging tides of life
with waves that swell and break upon my back
bereave me, part my garments with a knife
with nothing left, there’s not one thing I lack
fire burns and water seeks to drown me
I am that fire, I am that raging sea
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That is a beautiful poem my friend! Powerful for sure! I will have to save it to reread when I am feeling low. Glad I read it this morning cause this is a low morning as it occurred to me I have no one to blame but myself. I am simply reaping what I’ve sowed. And I really really doubt I am done with the reaping in no way have I paid tomorrow’s debts. I am always in such awe of young people who are dedicating their lives to God and older people who have dedicated their lives to God. I know I w said it before but I am an 11th hour Christian and although the Bible I think says we receive the same wage as in eternal life. This last hour is not one that is without hardship because we are having a more difficult time than if we had started from the first hour by now we would know the job, be accustomed to the work, and have not wasted our strength in things contrary, we are not fresh and young or strong but frail and weak and the job( or Christian struggle, the Cross is still heavy plus it is stopped we battle inertia) So not to be self pitying as I said it is my own fault no one to blame but myself I am just grateful I have been allowed to live long enough to even see my Cross and understand and be given the Grace to approach and reach for it. It is only by His Grace that I even make the attempt as for the lifting and carrying I really think that too will be only by His Strength. Pray for me I pray for you friend.
I feel like this a lot lately! The purifying fires are a sign He is drawing near, I’m sure! Keep up the poetry Max. I like thinking that you are on the roof at sunrise writing verse.