Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.” I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”
It is now 1982-83. I have accepted a position as pastor of the First Evangelical Free Church of Marietta, GA. The transition from teaching writing to preparing two sermons a week, doing hospital visitation, counseling, etc., is one that I had prepared for, as you will realize if you’ve been following this history. But nevertheless, it was rather all-consuming, for a while taking up all the space on my hard drive, as it were. As a result, I only wrote one poem that year. But the new stimulation of the discipline of weekly biblical exposition would bear much poetic fruit down the road. This poem was in The Evangelical Beacon, July, 1985, p. 17. It is about the Triumphal Entry of Christ into Jerusalem.
It is not so astounding that a stone
Would have cried out, “Hosannah” had the crowd
Left the Lord to enter town alone.
More marvel you can read theses lines aloud:
He gave a tongue to dust.
It is not so amazing that He meant
To purchase all our sorrow for His own
And for that painful bargain to have spent
The Glory at the right hand of His throne:
Him to such deeds would move.
But ponder this for paradox: the ones
To whom that Gift was given—life complete,
Eternal peace, adoptions as His sons!—
With such ingratitude can daily treat
As worthless toys
Such high and holy joys.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD