Now that I've officially started my World Race journey, I've been wanting to write a blog. Since arriving in Albania, I've started three – none of which have made it to full completion. Last night I took some quiet time to write and reflect on the things that God has been teaching me. And in a weird twist of divinely inspired creativity and merged clarity, I decided to write a poem. I never write poems.
This poem comprises elements from each of my three abandoned blog posts. It is a poem about many things. A person, internal change and Christ's love, to name a few. This poem does not have a name.
Just above a harmless gaze
The clearest line reflects a maze.
A bridge yet crossed by any path
The depth, perplexed. A sinner's wrath.
Grace and honor held in lies
At captive helms of cloudy eyes.
When suddenly the strain lets go
A mystic dream reserved.
Guarded well with sword and shield
Treasures there can be revealed.
Eternal love unmatched in name
Pressed to pass, unlikely fame.
Dead man's love without defeat
Phased to yield a tough retreat.
Sustaining grace to bridge the gap
And limit not a heart's full tap.
With every step I do still yearn
A lofty portion, time will burn.
For if I please the righteous hand
Our hearts entwined, a single band.
