Why did you stop?
I don't know. I think the poetry left. Sometime. Or I lost it somewhere.
....
Today, I found something on my desktop computer that I don't even remember writing. Fortunately, I had dated it.
That was fortuitous.
Yes, I guess so. It was very odd. I wasn't actually looking for anything. I was having internet problems and trying to set up a network printer and there was this document and it looked odd to me. I opened it and there was this poem I wrote almost 11 years ago to the day. I don't think I understood it when I wrote it.
Why do you think that?
After reading it and thinking about it, I feel as if it was something that made no sense to me.
And does it now?
Actually.... I think it does.
Abandon All
By Cynthia Maddox, February 24, 2003
A call comes clear, from out of air.
The call of longing, the call of care
A voice well known but unheard still
Cries, “Abandon all and follow His Will.”
Look deep into the secret place
Answer the call and seek His face
A voice well known and unheard still
Cries, “Abandon all and follow His Will.”
When darkness comes, and it must
There will be blessing there if you trust
A voice well known but unheard still
Cries, “Abandon all and follow His Will.”
He has always known best.
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