Curiosity, Not Reason, Leads To Wisdom
“No! Michael! It’s hot,” my mother would say
But I would always see for myself, getting my way
A tiny finger to red-hot burner of the stove
My curiosity against reason always would rove
This same mother would rock me to sleep gently
Reciting The Tall Tales of Mother Goose intently
I grew up naively thinking all poems rhymed
Even as my exploration of composing climbed
A seeker of Solomon’s wisdom can devour books of old
For a true seeker such as I, wisdom doesn’t come from being told
I prayed for this gift without boundaries or constraint
In return. I was given opportunities to learn without restraint
Our God is loving, he endlessly gives gifts freely
When one asks, he knows and acts upon ideally
In my case he allowed me to live through all my fears
One after another, pouring out blood, sweat and tears
But alas, I’ve arrived in the present all in one piece
With prudence, humility, discernment, and belief
Upon relinquishing all regret, fear, and hate
I found my true gift in an accidental penned spate
Sharing from experience not a vivid imagination
I draw from the ink of my past worldly hurts and devastation
Some may spend days contemplating what to write
As with this poem, the words came forth without a fight
Tackling airy and subjective topics in one pen stroke
I write hoping to ease the anxiety of the average bloke.
09/19/17
Copyright © Michael Vacek | Year Posted 2017
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