Look Up

English sonnet I'm way down here, once more ensnared in pits of my own choice because I picked that shovel up, my shovel of revolt. Lord, did you hear me thrash about, unmindful of Your voice, when I began to tunnel down, the tunnel of a dolt? Like Jonah long ago, I plunged and trouble follows me. While in the deep, I find myself quite paralyzed by screams. But when the dream is done, thank God, your eyes have helped me see. Once I awake, Your light exposes foolish, willful schemes. If I'd not made the journey down to worry, guilt and doubt, I could not see Your advent bright in rays of morning sun, I would not know Your upward pull and what You're all about - forgiveness, grace, a clear, straight path. My nights of mourning gone. When debt and darkness, fear and flight detain me in their sway I pause awhile to recognize - the Truth, the Light, the Way.