Poet

From the outside, sprinkled with human wisdom my life is of peace. Dissatisfied with idols yet lacking love for you I am dead. Apathetic to evil and good who can hear my words. Is it not you oh God. Even in the depths are you there? Of what sign or of what carnal image can I use to set my mind at ease? Non, and non at all for you are no man. Carnality is of no use to the believer but forever the invisible infinite chain that knows no bounds yet somehow confines you to a single boundary. One deep, below and beneath the abundant life we seek. What then shall I do… I shall hope, hope, hope, hope then hope some more and have faith in him who has begun a good work in me. Greater than that I shall decide and commit to him who perfects my faith. Glory be to the King of Glory.