* 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 In the meantime, it will be replaced with a serialized, unpublished novella that I wrote back in 2005, "Worth It All."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 02, 2016

Learning to Speak Again

Here's a poem I wrote a few years back, but which I hadn't yet posted publicly--one of my many poems of personal devotion, some of which tend to be exultory and some which tend to be anguished, with very little in between. 

Learning to Speak Again

The bright fires have faded now,
Overcome by the reckless twilight of youth.
But still the dream calls out to me,
And I answer,
      Hesitantly at first,
            Hoping for a spark of beneficence.
I am always here with Him;
But now the old custom seizes me,
And the invisible God remains invisible to me
As I lose sight of the heart of reality.
But the cold night ends at last,
And with the warmth of the golden dawn
I feel His touch again
      And realize
            That He’s still there.
How do you begin speaking again
To someone who’s heard all your promises,
The fierce-whispered pledges of a desperate soul,
And watched you break every one?
He, who knows me so well…
And yet I know Him not,
      Or at least not as well
            As I once presumed to know—
And I know myself even less.
But where knowledge fails, trust remains.
I, untrustworthy,
      But He, ever faithful.
I will know Him again,
For He would have me know;
And all my panicked struggles to escape from grace
Will amount to nothing
As I embrace this adventure
Of learning to speak again.

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