Fire Poem by Michael DeVries

I sit here now and stare at the sky,
but my mind does not follow my eye
It roams freely from here to and fro
and even I know not where it might go
Yet I find that more often than not
it lingers on feelings I wish I’d forgot
Of weakness and worry and carelessness past
of feelings I shared too slow or too fast
But then, interrupted by words left unspoken,
that mournful train of thought there is broken
My weakness and worry and self-pity take flight
and all that remains is desire to fight
To be worthy of that which is offered to me
to be all of the man that He calls me to be