* Note to My Readers: Due to the busyness of the next month and a half, I'm making a few minor changes to my schedule of posting. All posts will continue to be made daily and will consist of material that has not appeared before on this blog. However, because my time will be taken up by my final thesis defense for my Master of Church History degree and by a trip to the Holy Land, several of my ongoing series will be on hold until May.

- On Wednesdays, I'll be posting some of my original poems from my college years, and then in May my "Evangeliad" poems will resume.

- On Thursdays, my series on "How to Be Miserable in Your Christian Life" will wrap up by the end of March. That will conclude that series for now; however, if you enjoyed it, please let me know, because I may add more to it at some later point.

- And on Fridays, my "Glimpses of Grace" series will be on hiatus until May. In the meantime, it will be replaced with a serialized, unpublished novella that I wrote back in 2005, "Worth It All." Beginning in the first week of May, "Glimpses of Grace" will return, this time in the Thursday slot, and a newly-composed adventure novel will be posted on Fridays.

Wednesday, March 09, 2016

On Days of Discontentment

Like most people, I occasionally face days where the patterns and duties of my current place in life seem less than fulfilling. On those days, I tend to dream about a possible future career in academics. This fancy passes rather quickly, though, when I remember how often I've felt the richness of God's favor in my present line of work, and of how implausible a return to the academy would be at this point in my life. So here's a poem celebrating my wishy-washiness, written in the classic terzanelle form.

On Days of Discontentment

On days of discontentment,
I dream a new horizon
Beyond my disenchantment.
Then with a brief orison,
Imploring the Maker's hand,
I dream a new horizon:
A wild and beautiful land,
Where I can find adventure,
Imploring the Maker's hand.
And so I paint a picture
Of new studies, new careers,
Where I can find adventure
In a future bright and near,
Thinking of the greener grass
In new studies, new careers.
But these thoughts, they quickly pass
On days of discontentment,
Thinking of the greener grass
Beyond my disenchantment. 

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