4.16.2012

Enough (RJD Link Up) 4/15/11

If the sun and moon would doubt, they'd immediately go out.
~William Blake

Welcome Friends, Visitors and those who have stumbled upon this place...per chance. We have a weekly Journal Link-Up and Blog Hop here called Random Journal Day where we share from our very own private, personal pages, and invite you to read but also participate if you so desire. 

I am sharing this poem which was spontaneously written at the end of my journal entry dated November 4th, 1996. I was really in what I guess you could say was a "back-slidden" state, although I did not know it yet. I had accepted the Lord, and yet not being grounded in His word or comprehending His grace, I had turned back to the familiar, worldly and temporal. A friend said to me, "There is no person more miserable than a Christian out of fellowship with God." I was living hard, fast and busy. What I did not realize then but do now, and it is key: Spiritual Birth is not something someone can make happen, nor can it be undone. It is completely dependent on the supernatural work of God through His Holy Spirit and by the provision of Christ's sacrifice. I did not understand yet, but in reality I was signed, sealed and delivered. I was a child who did not yet know my new Father. But the fact is He knew me. I had in fact become the Prodigal. However, I would soon begin to know the One who would not let me continue to walk in darkness, but would pursue me and remove every hindrance and distraction to make sure that I knew, that He alone is God. And that He indeed loved me with His everlasting love.

As a side note, I was writing in a local coffee shop which was my common writing place of choice at this time in my life. I lived close to Brown University and there were plenty of coffee shops to park myself in, regularly. I also was busy with attending a URI, training for competition, and carrying a full load of Personal Training Clients. Busy, in retrospect is really an understatement!


This place
this parking space available-now
this cafe
where
this bowl of soup
feeds my appetite
here
this present moment...
That truck that passed,
eyes peering in through this
window in front of me.
I'm peering through now 
and gone are those eyes...
but many others pass by in cars
This window
This table
This chair
This moment in time
This collection of moments
making up this set time
here not anywhere else
These eyes
This perspective
One
but many-
is there one in the many
for me to share future moments
or maybe
the present moment...
to be shared with 
present company
and present company
is me

Maybe-
this is enough.




A "fortune" glued in to the page the poem was written on.
Some journals I seem to glue more bits and pieces than others...


Linking with Create With Joy, Imperfect Prose , Strawberry Roan








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6 comments:

  1. Even in your trajectory toward faith--before you 'got' it completely--you were living out the truth of, "This day's trouble is enough for this day." Your poem (very good, by the way) also reminds me of the words by Jim Eliot, who said, "Whatever you do, be all there; live to the hilt every situation you believe to be the will of God for you." Yes, before you got such things as 'the will of God for you...'

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  2. Love your writing style!

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  3. Love your poem my dear, and the fact that you have the journal to look back and see your journey forward is so amazing! Thank you for sharing.

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  4. i love how we are never beyond his reach. a touching write, friend. thank you. e.

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  5. i love the being in the moment-ness of your verse...and for me that often is enough...and he gives us what we need...

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  6. to be satisfied in each moment, to stop grasping for MORE...yes and yes.

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