'The School Of What's Next' Poem by Long Tooth

Though I don't feel that driven OR misdiagnosed,
Still so many past goals, I find lacking in passion,
Though dragons line up (fancy St. George as toast) ,
When the battle gets done, it seems flame's out of fashion.

I can't say why the letdown, post finishing quest,
You would think celebration might now be in order,
Drink beer, put my feet up, at least have a rest,
But I put on my hat, saddle muse, seek new border.

Oh, 'The School of What's Next' is both 'life' and what 'chills, '
For I frequently find I've more questions than answers,
But gist of its leading still manages thrills
(As its leaps and twists, voice poetry of lithe dancers) .

Trusting Grace is 'sufficient, ' is prayer's simple text,
His provision, my faith; my desire just to serve Him,
To bask in His presence, with praise for 'what's next, '
Harmonize with creation in eternal Love hymn.


Long Tooth
August 22,2017