How easily a fool doth see
Like blind men walk along
How deep and dark the fool’s abyss
When all he thinks is wrong!
I—happy—walked along a path,
Mislead by many signs.
I lied to me and all who’d hear,
“This path’s of God’s designs.”
I so believed—or wanted to—
That in God’s will I merrily skipped
But worlds collide where “real” and “lie”
Leave sweet fancies ripped.
There is no fancy greater than
Believing God has led,
Then to find the deceiver’s mind
Was always in my head.
“Liar!” I cried of self,
And yes, I lent an ear.
I’d walk the roads named Will of God
But they lay “over there.”
I whispered lies in my own ear,
Believed the fantasy
For all the while I lied with that,
“I know God talks to me.”
“Now what to do?” I asked of God
In poem of fervent prayer.
That soft, still voice ne’er spoke to me;
God’s will lay “over there.”
Would motive be where I went wrong?
Did I try bartering
With praise to Him? Forgive
me, Father,
I’ve sinned against my King.
Perchance, as Eliphaz has said,
“He’s caught the crafty wise.”
I met my dark in night of day
And groped with night’s blind eyes.
Thus he cries, “Behold!” to Job
And, “Happy is the man
“Whom God corrects in chastised bruise
“Then heals.” He
always can.
I walked a lie and wondered why
God’s will lay “over there.”
I walked in praise expecting trades
And made my sinner’s lair.
I woke to sun; the world still spun;
The Good Book lay near by.
If God would slap the sinner’s hand,
He’d kiss the tear-stained eye.
O, to seek His will and way,
I must have humble brow
Not thinking what He’ll do for me;
It’s faith. I know
that now.
©2019 by Monty Wheeler
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