Baby Steps

This week I offer a poem I wrote in 2010. It remains relevant in my life.

I stride along the warm dirt way

Thanking God for little things

For dew that shatters glimmering ray

To reds and blues and lively greens

If only he were with me.

Longing creeps in,

Slashing contentment, joy

Breaking rhythm, stride, worship

Shoved back by a wall

I find I cannot

Walk

At all.

I fall.

Now bitter righteous guilt

Condemns my longing for

Sugary, sickly candy

You’ve buckled again, why don’t you stay?

Don’t try to clamber up

You’re worthless, faithless, virtueless

You can’t, you won’t—

Shut up!

I Sit.

Silent.

Cry.

Silently.

Wait.

Daddy lowers a proud hand

Let’s try that again, he smiles.

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The recurring stumbling block I currently see is my pride. It's good to know God is patient!