Existential Angst of a Life Surpassing Glory
Entering in a new degree thereof
Against one’s will
I will be enabled
To live once more again
Ah, to live!
And give glory to the One who gives glory
To the meek
Of which
I am
Not
Yet . . .
Being thrust to moment to moment
In my life-long “awkward stage”
Into lives I don’t want to
But must,
and will,
for my will
Has been seized
And captured
By another.
Another so beautiful
All-wonderful
Satisfaction of satisfactions
Pleasure of pleasures
Joy of joys
Pain of pains.
Then one lost is now one found
Like the pink head
Of a plastic hippo
Whose heart is blue,
Whose unrenewed mind lies lonely at the bottom
Of a dirty garbage heap.
And the Renewed stands in silent reflection
Amidst the sounds of little children-
The sounds of an innocence they have not.
While dancing in circles swirling in safe adoration
Of a will they have not either
But may. At some appointed time.
As I sit.
In this park.
On this day.
With these thoughts.
On this heart.
And this mind.
Contemplating the eccentricities of a life
Lived with purpose
in the Already But Not Yet.
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