Treasure Island

Lawrence S. Pertillar

(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Doldrum Free


God has come to lift me from my doldrums.
There is now a peace beneath my daily bouts,
With conflict.
They are there but I no longer sit with them.
They no longer demand my time...
Found when I am snuggled up in doubt!

God has come to lift me from my doldrums.
Shouting I do with delight...
I hope this process isn't mind to witness alone!
Infighting without insight,
These doldrums I borrowed...
I never owned.

I did not know that!
But I know I keep my faith,
And something about that pleases my Savior!

God has come to lift me from my doldrums.
And it was as if I knew instantly...
Why they were there so long!
I was finally convinced,
The world I lived in and thought was mine...
To fence in defended senselessness,
Was of God's creation!

I am here to test burdens...
Not to market them to insist they produce pleasure!

And when God came to lift me of those burdens,
They were no longer mine to define with emotion!
God knows I am not competent reflecting sorrow!
That task He took away from me...
Leaving me doldrum free as He commands!

Submitted: Thursday, April 26, 2007
Edited: Saturday, February 19, 2011
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