“Solo Life”

The problem with the solo life I see
Is body-life is absent – folks don’t see
We did not get to here from in the sea
Alone – we are a body-life – take “C” –

For cancer is not contracted alone;
Nor do we fight that battle on our own;
It is a team-sport, funded by a loan
Drawn down upon the body-life – our home.

So, “Role for you or me” defined as “me”,
Is silly and myopic as can be;
What got us here was life defined as “we”;
If’s been that way forever, sets us free.

Perhaps I’ve been perusing problem this,
Both upside-down and backwards – heaven’s kiss
I firm reject, then I forsake my bliss;
So in the end, the victory I miss.

But Lord, this makes no sense, it is absurd –
Like Sandy when at last Your word I heard –
“Stay here; do nothing on your own”, I heard –
“I thought you’d never hear”, Your precious word.

Peace came with that, and busy I became,
Not preaching, but engaged in Jesus’ name;
A weird assortment of Your tasks became
My job description – nevermore the same.

But then I bought the package, plugged it in –
Let “Mamascatch Photography” begin;
You told me, “Let it go”, through which I’d win
The larger game of life – step back from sin.

I did, it scared be-Jesus out of me –
Few comprehended life received from Thee;
It was the start of breakthrough now I see,
But not in midst of tumult that would be.

And now, O Lord, I’m hearing, “Let things go
If you would like to bigger picture know;
For ‘Things’ just tie you down to world below;
Climb up on Kingdom-layer – and I will show –

“You life abundant quite unknown to them,
As will of Kings I like a river bend
Until objective’s reached – that’s why I send
Apostle-types into the world – to lend –

Assistance to their walks, when in the ditch,
And need assistance – feeling they’ve been missed
While living life quite futile, not much bliss;
Lord, open up my eyes, lest I resist –

Your words for me – please rule within my heart,
That, “Seeing burning bush”, I might impart
Some word that’s comprehended from the start,
So others gain their freedom – love impart.

For really, that’s what life is all about –
For me, at least, though often racked with doubt;
It’s Jubilee – Your freedom-words I spout
With prayer that they let go, take better route.

So Lord, my rhyming words so common are;
I write them down, much better they by far
Then prosy words or pictures more like tar
With stickiness – quite useless, for they mar –

Folks view of You, obscured by useless facts;
I pray You enter in this world in tact;
Bring Jubilee to life in folks so that
They come to life through “One” triumphant act.

Thanks Lord for this.

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