Monday, August 1, 2011

walk now according to the yearning you feel for Then

You were made to see the promise sun rise.
Since it is doubt cloudy,
you may weep.

You were born to be hill filled.
As long as you are flat hungry,
you should cry.

It is good to mourn the lack
of a kingdom to come
as long as the great regent tarries.
All is not right.
This fallshort life is not yet
the fulljoy next.

You are not yet yourself.
Of course you feel ill-at-ease,
like you have yet to grow into your own knees.

Resolution requires dissonance.
These days are passing notes,
scaled to fit
and fade to C and see.
Until that chord, let the heart grieve as a requiem.

Will the world around resist this?
Is it unpermitted or unpopular?
That is just proof that you were made for another world.
Pay the world no mind
and know that He has you in mind
and He bids you incline
your heart to His fine time.
To do so
is to walk now
according to the yearning you feel
for Then.
Amen.



walk now according to the yearning you feel for Then
a poem by troy cady

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