Wrestling with God

This week, TFE has entrusted the Poetry Bus to my wife of almost 20 years.
What were ya thinkin', lad?

"I'm sure you have wanted to argue with God," The Bug says sweetly...

"Breath of Heaven"

Done knocked me

Into a cocked hat,

Laid me flat out,

Made me shout:

"God? Dayum!

What kinda plan

You got workin'

Here anyway?"

I think Someone's

Got some 'splainin'

To do!

 

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"Loosely" inspired by "Breath of Heaven (Mary's Song)" by Amy Grant.

Finally, here's an add-on that I want to share, from our Christmas poem in 1998:

Far off, distant, beyond:

Divine clockmaker, piecing

Together our universe, setting

All in motion, then hiding?

How strange to build

A clock so grand

And not attend the grains

Of sand as we pass through.

Yet it still rings, Creation’s song:

Listen!  Ere long you will hear it:

A song, carried by the wind.

Did it all begin with God singing?

And look, there, low

In the twilit sky, a strange new star

Signals us with its twinkling light;

We must not fight its call.

But where, how long?

The song does not say.

It only beckons:

Come, follow me and see.

And so we walk, alone, but lonely

No longer, for the song and the light

Grow stronger and brighter

With each passing day.

I think, this time,

We might find the long-awaited gift:

The Promised One whose love

Will lift our hearts and souls to God.