Choose
We must daily choose whom
we will serve – wonder or rage.
We can, and do, insist on
other words as options.
But those are, and will always be,
only variations of those two
nimble themes on which living hinges.
Its not that our insistence is futile,
for God is love and in him is no antsy.
But there are days when he wishes
we’d just choose from the originals
already and get on with it.
already and get on with it.
Why is it that theology has more slice and bite when expressed in poetry? Ouch.
I’m not sure, Michele…hopefully it was a grace-filled slice and bite:)
A good reminder to be grateful each day,John,we ate fresh catfish filets in your honor last night.
Thanks, Mike. You know how to make a fella miss home…
Learning to choose wonder over rage more and more… and letting the rage become what it is… hurt… letting my heart be broken more with wonder than with rage.
Thank you for your comment…I’m doing the same thing.
You’ve done it again, John–written a poem into my collection of your best ones. 🙂
Thanks so much, Peg!
Pardon the question. Just wondering if “antsy” was meant to be “angst”. Thank you for your beautiful poems…helpful, deep.
Hi, Jennifer. No, “antsy” was intentional but “angst” is just a step away in terms of what I hoped to say…in fact, now that I see the word it might have been a better choice:) Thanks for taking the time to comment, really, thank you.
I should have realized that your word was intentional? Thank you for the gracious response.
And my question mark was supposed to have been an exclamation point! Lol
Jennifer, it made me smile. Have a fantastic day!
[…] Choose We must daily choose whom we will serve – wonder or rage. We can, and do, insist on other words as options. But those are, and will always be, only variations of those two nimble themes on which living hinges. Its not that our insistence is futile, for God is love and in him is no antsy. But there are days when he wishes we’d just choose from the originals already and get on with it. […]