Poems from the Cave IIISeptember 3, 2013
Do not mistake my passion for courage
Nor my love for rightness
I cannot be right about the world, I cannot be sure at all,
But neither can I resist loving it anyway
– when i sense so deeply that it is originally and essentially of God.
Even if I am wrong about this,
which I cannot know, nor can you,
if i sense something is of God,
dare i not love it?
This passion stands not on confidence,
nor even on conviction
And especially it does not make me brave,
though how i wish it did.
It leaves me
fragile but compelled to care
vulnerable but driven to love
broken but unflinching in devotion
It redeems and yet rends me
barely able to breathe
twitching my toes on the bridge of insanity
and with words and language left behind
several miles back
at the last stop.
Yet it calls and carries me
and is enough
faith without seeing
grace without guarding
love without knowing.
So don’t mistake
this passion for courage
or love for rightness