The School of What's Next
Though I don't feel that driven OR misdiagnosed,
Still so many past goals, I find lacking in passion,
Though dragons line up (fancy St. George as toast),
When the battle gets done, it seems flames out of fashion.
I can’t say why the letdown, post finishing quest,
You would think celebration might now be in order,
Drink beer, put my feet up, at least have a rest,
But I put on my hat, saddle muse, seek new border.
Oh, 'The School of What’s Next' is both 'life' and what 'chills,'
For I frequently find I’ve more questions than answers,
But gist of its leading still manages thrills
(As its leaps and twists, voice poetry of lithe dancers).
Trusting Grace is 'sufficient,' is prayer’s simple text,
His provision, my faith; my desire just to serve Him,
To bask in His presence, with praise for 'what’s next,'
Harmonize with creation in eternal Love hymn.
Long Tooth
August 22, 2017
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