Dragging my feet
Languishing and lazy
‘Til everyday feels like Saturday
With all its special gone.
Seeped and stuck in the sameness (and horror) of “status quo”
Where’s my urgency?
Fight? (Not to mention “good fight”?)
Remembering – and repenting – paves for rallying*
(*rally – to rouse or recover from inactivity)
Takes energy, light.
Where the dark would have me still, stagnate, die off, smother, forget
Light’s instead remarkable: emitting only when electric’s current quickens the matter.
All these particles’ radiation could electrify, could be magnetic,
Push back the dark.
But only would I plug into life’s – light’s – Source
Oh, Lord, may it be so.
Only then will the scales fall
And dark and light’s difference recognized.
It’s there I’ll recognize Him:
There in Him where the real living is.
Where all the dark of wasted (death) days is forgotten and
Right remembrance and good days – enlivening, rich, beautiful, vital, and vibrant life-days are restored.
Like Paul, a blaze of light’s what’s needed, and now given.
Acts 26:12-18, Matthew 5:14