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.”
Hopkins knew the Lord was just, yet pled
The justice of his own request for rain.
ThePsalmist’s echoed accents make it plain,
It wasn’t the first time such words were said.
Even Jesus wondered as he bled
Why God had turned His back upon the pain.
The Spirit’s calculus of loss and gain
Cannot be quickly figured in your head.
So when like Job we groan and question why
And plead our case, but seem to plead in vain,
We might remember that the Lord’s reply
Was simply a refusal to explain,
And then a pure, white Lamb who lived to die.
It is enough: We follow in His train.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD