J. I. Thomas F. Poet Quatrain

Soul Salvage

Am I humble enough to say,
I still wonder where to go?
The path that I must travel,
Surely, someday, I will know ...

I build my sand-walled castle,
For what more can I do?
And the sea erodes my workings;
I must turn my gaze to you.

My mind meanders aimlessly,
Attempts in vain to trace,
The outlines of your majesty -
The meaning of your grace.

This heart of mine is broken,
Fallen, chasing lesser things.
Alone, I can't repair it.
Angels, lift it with your wings -

To God. My Lord, behold -
Your servant kneels to you;
His purpose quite uncertain,
His actions flawed and few,

His thinking caught in circles,
His heart broken in a gyre,
So put him in the crucible;
Unleash your righteous fire!

I suspect, though hardly claim,
That there is something there,
Worthy of refining.
So I submit to your care. 

Written 6 January 2019

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