February 19, 2023
I don’t cause the sun to come up every morn.
I don’t make the clouds and the rain in the sky.
I don’t cause a kernel to sprout, produce corn.
What gives me the right to demand to know why?
I’m not the creator who formed me at birth,
Who put every star in the sky in its place.
I’m sure there’s a reason I’m here on this earth.
I pray that the Lord, full of beauty and grace,
Will guide and direct me as I find my way,
Help me find wisdom each day as I write,
Help me draw closer to God every day,
Help me dig deep, let my heart provide sight.
As the sun begins rising, I pause and draw near.
Lord help me to listen, discern, and to hear.
Bless you, John, for blessings us with your God inspired poetic meditations!