Wednesday, February 10th, 2010...2:53 pm
Steward of Blessing
Again I am in that place
where sunbeams try to pierce
through storm clouds
to get under the gray
but these are not the kind
of clouds that were formed to break,
eventually break into rain, giving
life, water and life, and
joy splashing under plastic boots.
Even heavy, dark clouds can
allow sunlight through,
burn a pure shaft through
the gray; this must not be
a cloud but a black hole imprisoning
light, not giving way to brightness
but pulling, draining, robbing
the land of light. I begin to pray,
Father, I confess I have taken
away sunlight with the dense
concentrated mass of thanklessness
and self. I have turned
a cloud into the black hole of
selfish wondering, “What am I
doing here?” Then You remind
me with Your Word that I always
have a purpose, a calling sure
as Your Word. I must
bless, must not hoard the light
but release the sunlight,
letting it pierce through.
[B]less, for to this you were called . . .
(1 Peter 3:9)
(A High Calling Blogs Random Act of Poetry for the writing prompt given at the bottom of this post.)
...to Know-Love-Obey God
6 Comments
February 10th, 2010 at 3:35 pm
“allow sunlight through,
burn a pure shaft through
the gray…”
I like the momentum of these lines.
February 10th, 2010 at 6:22 pm
What beautiful words…
I agree w/ LL, those lines she quoted were ones that stuck with me! Love it.
February 10th, 2010 at 11:19 pm
This is such a poignant poem. I have felt those things too and you’ve painted such a perfect picture with your words.
February 11th, 2010 at 2:49 pm
“joy splashing under plastic boots”
great line.
February 12th, 2010 at 5:29 pm
Wow! Truly have felt that black hole lately. Steps of confessions, letting The Light pierce through – wonderfully freeing!
February 22nd, 2010 at 10:16 pm
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