Questions Poem by Glen Kappy
Questions
I say to myself,
"Why did you lose
your grip again?
So what if cold wind howls?
What I know should blunt
its blasts and knifing thrusts."
But no—it roars
and blows from me
my "knowledge"—
a paper with some scribbles—
and I turn to you, God
desperate again.
Is this a lack of faith?
And is it really trial
unless control is gone?
s this a lack of faith? And is it really trial unless control is gone? questions and struggle, relationship with God and in real faith when doubts arise. you ask........ tony. very good poem.
thanks, tony. as i may have said before, struggle, doubts are part of what it means to be israel, to wrestle with God. i know that now, but i don't think i knew this when i originally penned this. be blessed, brother! -glen
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5/2/2024 4:22:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
An honest poem. I just love ‘my “knowledge” - a paper with some scribbles’. Identify with your struggles, Glen.
As our brother Paul, inspired by the Holy Spirit, writes, Knowledge puffs up. Love builds up. We never know how we’ll handle things till they actually come. Laurie, you continue to be in my daily prayers. -Glen