Today’s poem is religious, a spontaneously occurring concept from this morning’s contemplation. I’m not looking to discuss or debate religion though. Thanks.
You have called,
I have followed
without realizing.
You gifted repeatedly;
I thanklessly rejoiced.
You opened doors;
I entered uncaring
if it closed behind me.
Thinking, "life's complicated,"
I failed to discern
my life's pattern,
being woven before me.
I despaired, returned,
called out: You used my efforts
to show me Yours.
Every time I said "yes"
I've been rewarded.
Help me to trust.
Help me to see.
Forgive my ingratitude.
92/100
100 poems in 100 days
Oh, I really love this one. It’s so true that the more we listen and trust, the clearer the path eventually becomes (even if we can’t see it in the moment).
Thanks! That was an especially meaningful one to me, and the way it just dropped into my brain!
How are you feeling?
Shaky. Overdid it. Day 8 and I’m resigned to sitting in chairs. You? How’s the pain?