There are some things beyond our purview,
Beyond our understanding and willingness to pursue.
There are some things best left in the hands of professionals;
Overcoming our own self will is a job for a deity.
A cooperative venture between carnality and redeemed flesh;
A life long battle, fighting enemies while holding on to control,
Limiting our ability to alter time and space; limiting our domain;
Binding our hands to our sides; our words and thoughts to our minds;
Restricting His Creating In Motion; He's still waiting for permission.
The hope of mankind waits; waiting for eternity; running out the clock.
When the chosen vessel releases his grasp, the masses gasp in astonishment.
Desiring to see Him through a single vessel, powerful, great and mighty,
Walking through fire, through floods, treading water; through hell fire
unscathed.
It has been done and He's waiting to reintroduce Himself...through a vessel
surrendered.
The End
Go on to next poem by Mark Edgemon: That Was Zen, This Is Tao
Return to: The Works of Mark Edgemon
| 