Sunday, January 18, 2015

Abandon All

Long ago, in my old life, I wrote poetry.

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.”




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