On the field of life, a war was being fought
With a restless spirit, peace is what I sought
At first light, I rose to take a stroll alone
Caged by my human thoughts, though free amidst trees and solid stone.
I spoke my questions aloud and I knew God would hear...
Not a human voice was heard but His answers were heard clear
He spoke through the brook, which trickled peacefully
His message arrived with a lark, flying free
His light broke through the trees – true sunbeams of life
A hawk’s shriek and dive were the Lord’s wise replies
Crickets sang His song, which resonated deep in my soul
All sweet sounds to ease the turmoil that had taken its toll
The gentle breeze was God's own hand stroking my face
Feeling His love is something I hunger much for
It was the ideal moment for me to pray
All of my little selfish problems given away
Since then, I have not felt so alone anymore
I have new spiritual thoughts to explore
Now I see God in all things, just beneath the rough skin
Most importantly, I found God where he had always been
within me, near me, and in all of life.
1 comment:
Wings Over Earth and Mr. Baker,
Thank you for your insightful comments on my post! I do so appreciate that you would take the time to give me your opinions on this subject. I realize that no one has all the right answers and I hope I don't sound authoritative in voicing my opinions.
By the way, When I titled my post, "The Big Problem With 'An Essay On Man: Misinterpretation,'" I was trying to imply that Pope is easy to misinterpret, not that he had necessarily misinterpreted anything. I hope that didn't cause any confusion - I guess I should have made that clearer so as not to be misinterpreted myself:) Anyway, thanks a lot, and blessings!
Seize The Day!
-StrongJoy
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