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.”
Fiercely focused, aimed from eternity,
He set his face like flint toward the Cross.
Nothing could turn Him back: the Tempter’s gloss,
The wrath of Herod, raging of the sea,
Well-meant advice from friends who could not see.
It wasn’t that He failed to count the cost;
No one knew better how to weigh the loss,
But He maintained His gaze on you and me.
A wicked generation seeks a sign;
It’s different when you’re given one instead.
All the meaning centers, every line,
Himself, His sacrifice, and all He said:
Fiercely focused, still we sip the wine;
Aimed for eternity, we eat the bread.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD