LAST MINUTES ANGST
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Glued to calendar-marked days --- drawing nigh
alerted that without wings, time does fly…
I just exclaimed an ambivalent sigh
since this year is about to say good bye.
Recalling deadline angst of gruesome woes
that once attacked my soul with panic blows…
how I yearned for sweet calmness to enclose
keeping me safe from chaotic rush-flows.
Engulfed with schedule, encircled in red
being gripped by own “achievementless” dread…
I confessed lack of wit to plan ahead
admitting slothful and vain leisure tread.
Resolving to savour treasured moment
and leave legacy of life’s fulfillment…
I prayed for God’s wondrous empowerment
staying joyous in His blest engagement.
To overcome struggles along life’s race
competing with self for perfection trace
I relied on Christ’s firm uplifting brace
experiencing --- in each pursuit --- His grace.
Oh, my heart, then assured with victory
bounced back from pain of failure’s misery
through the Saviour’s second chances’ dowry
to yield love-propped accomplishment story.
Hence, I still persist to do utmost best
trusting the Lord* amidst trial or test
reaping good success of service harvest…
while putting my all with last minute zest.
*Proverbs 3:5-6 Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.
November 3, 2020
2nd place, "Ambedo" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 11/5/2020.
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