Wednesday, August 13, 2008

"Don't let me get me...

...I'm my own worst enemy." Don't Let Me Get Me, Pink

Musings on Vocation

What keeps me--pride or flaw--from what I love?
Is it a horrid vice which holds me here?
Some gifts or talents, presents from above,
My failing, not their being, which I fear.

My passion once ignites then fades away
Then seize upon some other act or cause.
The part I choose I perfectly portray
Then turn, ashamed and discontent, to pause.

So no completed effort I produce
And nothing polished, finished I can rend
I wonder at my self, my mind obtuse
Successes all imagined and pretend

Yet even so I could not better fare
Except to trust my loving God to care.

Isn't life ironic?

1 comment:

MagistraCarminae said...

This is lovely, Em. I assume it is yours?

This is the time for feeling at loose ends in life. Don't let it rattle you. Remember, God really does have a plan, and I am one of your biggest fans!