Tuesday, May 20, 2014

God’s Angry Man



In the dark night of my soul,

I pray for rain
to wash clean
my dirty streets,
knowing full well,
they will
become dirty
yet again;
for,
I sin boldly
in the face
of a God
who has shown me
mercy,
and I ask forgiveness,
only to squander it
like money
at a gambler’s table;
perhaps,
it is a good thing
that I am not
worthy
of such
grace;
I choose
to be prodigal,
time
and time
again,
like a spoiled child
who is
never satisfied;
I cannot say
I know not
what I do,
for that
would be
a lie;
and,
I want to be
honest
and
I want
to be
real--
my humanness,
this walking
bundle
of contradictions
made
manifest
underneath
God’s heaven,
upon God’s
earth.
If it is I,
past,
present, and
future
imperfect--
who,
like
so many
before me,
has
been chosen
to be His
representative
here,
then
so be it,
and
to Him
be
the glory.
And
what will happen,
will happen,
because,
in accordance
to His will,
it
was meant
to be.


Amen.


© 2014 Joseph Powell

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