I am not sure what to say or write or do, or feel or think or be.
I am not sure how to share, if to share, how to listen, read, or otherwise observe.
I am not sure of much, if anything.
I am a test that is unfinished, an exam for which I am unprepared.
There is no answer sheet.
Worse, there is little comprehension.
I am a hollow rock with a brittle shell.
I am doomed to break under pressure.
I see my future, though not how to get there.
I see my past, but it makes no sense.
As for my present, I am unyielding to great opportunity.
I am my own tomb.
Any signs of life?
Jesus knew what to say, even in the face of chaos.
Jesus did not part the Red Sea, but He pardoned a sinful woman by writing in the dust.
He was honest with His feelings and He sought to be obedient in the face of the cross.
His thoughts can be summed up with these few words: Thy will be done.
Jesus shared Kingdom secrets with those who would listen.
He heard what was said from the hearts of men, not just their lips.
He read each situation with eternal lens.
He observed pride and humble spirits and knew how to deal with each.
He passed extreme tests of godly allegiance.
Still, his best success looked like royal failure.
He died and no one seemed to have answers.
No one comprehended.
His so-called celestial self had been crucified.
His dead body was then set in hollowed earth.
Any signs of life?
Unknown to all of his contemporaries, however, He would break free of his hillside cell.
Unlike myself, Jesus saw the future and knew how to arrive at an intended time.
Unlike myself, Jesus saw the beginning of time and knows its end (and continuation).
Thankfully, He unselfishly presents Himself as unyielding opportunity.
He is my hope. He is the offer of a lifetime.
He is the light that shines into darkness.
And he is abundant life.
Earlier, at the beginning of this poem I asked, "Any signs of life?"
I am not sure how to share, if to share, how to listen, read, or otherwise observe.
I am not sure of much, if anything.
I am a test that is unfinished, an exam for which I am unprepared.
There is no answer sheet.
Worse, there is little comprehension.
I am a hollow rock with a brittle shell.
I am doomed to break under pressure.
I see my future, though not how to get there.
I see my past, but it makes no sense.
As for my present, I am unyielding to great opportunity.
I am my own tomb.
Any signs of life?
Jesus knew what to say, even in the face of chaos.
Jesus did not part the Red Sea, but He pardoned a sinful woman by writing in the dust.
He was honest with His feelings and He sought to be obedient in the face of the cross.
His thoughts can be summed up with these few words: Thy will be done.
Jesus shared Kingdom secrets with those who would listen.
He heard what was said from the hearts of men, not just their lips.
He read each situation with eternal lens.
He observed pride and humble spirits and knew how to deal with each.
He passed extreme tests of godly allegiance.
Still, his best success looked like royal failure.
He died and no one seemed to have answers.
No one comprehended.
His so-called celestial self had been crucified.
His dead body was then set in hollowed earth.
Any signs of life?
Unknown to all of his contemporaries, however, He would break free of his hillside cell.
Unlike myself, Jesus saw the future and knew how to arrive at an intended time.
Unlike myself, Jesus saw the beginning of time and knows its end (and continuation).
Thankfully, He unselfishly presents Himself as unyielding opportunity.
He is my hope. He is the offer of a lifetime.
He is the light that shines into darkness.
And he is abundant life.
Earlier, at the beginning of this poem I asked, "Any signs of life?"