Most times, I’m not grown
enough to sit by god,
and I eat in the kitchen,
the breakfast room, plastic
plates, no knives, and god
cannot share his will with me,
my brain still frozen blue,
the mean boys stuffing me
inside the red romper room
ball with the tough round handle
on top, cackling at my
deadly future.
I see the service
dog, the beautiful
Shepard sitting patiently
with his mistress, she loving
him delicately, awarding him
for his perfection, and I
say I wish I could be you,
boy, for I know the beautiful,
the loved, sit in the dining room
and luxuriate in god’s
will, in god’s kingdom.
.
stillfugue 
#1 by Edward Coleman on August 7, 2012 - 7:38 pm
What a vision!
#2 by Carl on August 9, 2012 - 12:14 am
Known and unknown, full of fear but partly normal. Thank you for your visit and your comment.
#3 by Carl D'Agostino on August 9, 2012 - 8:49 am
“….cannot share his will with me,” Well in my opinion He ain’t shared it with no one . Now there are those that allege He has with them but probably delusional on their part. We are suppose to pray for his Will to be done. But isn’t that a waste of time as it will be done whether we pray or not? Not like we can change His mind, right? The 12 Steps say are are to accept that His Will be done and not ours, that we must learn to subordinate our will. That seems to me that we really disclaim any will and relinguish it. So am I not to have any personal aims or goals? John Calvin says God’s Will is inscrutable to man as it is folly to discern it and a matter of hubris to even try or think we can reach understanding. Others claim by allowing the Holy Spirit to envelope us the Light will be shown. In any event I intend to continue to be proactive in designing my life. Perhaps mine and His will be congruent, perhaps not but I suppose he is the Determiner not me.
#4 by Carl on August 9, 2012 - 9:15 pm
Carl, you’ve picked apart the dichotomy perfectly. All that I know is to try to “do good” and hope that gets me closer.