In a stressful moment during a stressful day in a stressful season, when all I could think to do in the chaos was weep internally and text my wife to say "It's a really hard week," I confided in something stupid on my phone. It gave me a moment of needed repose.
Here is another poem from my personal site…one of my personal favorites. Does it inspire any thought?
In my head I trusted;
Gave faith to reasoning.
For worlds of thought I lusted
And made the mind a king.
But, gaunt mind, learn to let
Wild faith trot his course
And cherish in that union met
Like bond ‘tween man and horse.
Desperate for desire,
And pleasure’s eye–my aim,
I fed a king of fire
And hungered for his flame.
But wildfire burning
There is good in his control,
To not be ash with yearning
But let refine the soul.
Reblogging this one from the archives because I need the reminder.
(This was originally posted exclusively for those on the emailing list.)
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