I have written my first poem in a while, and it turns out also to be my first poem of the new year.
Juggling
Why do I juggle?
Why Do I struggle,
with the pressure of every demand?
Why do I struggle?
Why must I juggle
When God has each ball
well in hand?
Why do I stumble?
Why do I grumble
constantly rehashing my plight?
Why do I grumble?
Why must I stumble
instead of choosing to walk
in the light?
Why can't I stop
Juggling and Stumbling
Struggling and Grumbling
Living a life based on fear?
Why cant I give up on
Trying and Crying
Believing the lying
That I whisper into my ear?
The answers are found in the questions.
Truth is more than suggestions.
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2 comments:
I love the ending "The answers are found in the questions." I remember in my theology program that one definition of God is "the questioning." So there it is. Blessings for a reduced-struggling/juggling year.
I can definitely relate to that stumbling and grumbling! Thanks for sharing!
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