Not the way I pictured....

Somehow I never thought

that would be the way that God would answer my prayer.

You see about a month ago I prayed that God would provide some way for me to become more open I never dreamed for Him answering so quickly. Sometimes I will pray for something and then I begin getting impatient.

However, I had no such opportunity.

You see, if you have not guessed I like to write, but I am not always the hugest fan of people reading what I write. I know what you are thinking,

“Why do you have a blog dimwit?”

So let me clarify that I do not like people reading certain things I write, especially poetry.

Something about it that makes the existence of walls pretty much impossible.

So now I am preparing so more poetry to turn in to the professor.

I will think about posting them once they are properly edited and such. If I get published I may inform you. I decided to experiment with weird formatting.

Demolishing Wall

Ok so at the implied request of my sister I will go ahead and post the poem. Please give your feedback

Demolishing Wall

Such a strange infatuation that we have!

That we so cling desperately to walls.

These ridiculous things that show only,

That in this world we are indeed fallen.

The footholds of Satan are evident:

The hurts of the past cause us to build at

The suggestion of the evil one, we

Build higher and higher hoping to keep out,

Those people and places that cause us pain.

Or in the physical world we will build.

We show our fallen nature to the world.

We show our materialistic life,

Forgetting that which truly matters most.

Throwing away family, friends, and God too,

We fight hard, holding on to what we see, but

That which truly matters we give up for

The lie of money and fame. Calling us

Ever so softly God speaks to our heart,

“My child, let down your high walls.” If only-

If only we could listen to His voice.

Perhaps, then we could break free from the world.

And we let go of the physical wall,

And we let go of the mental boundary.

But no, we have protected so long, and

Now we have protected ourselves from ourselves,

Our walls so high and thick that we, ourselves,

Can't penetrate to find ourselves there.

The invitation remains to let go, and

To be free, but we choose our painful death,

We so fear the people we once were,

That we find ways,

Of building higher, and

Hiding behind those things that don't matter.

Even physical walls, for the fear of

Transparency. So we hide and hide, but

We never seek to find the life in Him.

The blood that redeems us, frees us also.

If only we would call upon His name, and

Allow the walls to be broken, and

Somehow we can find the life we long for.

We are all seeking God, but we do not

Always acknowledge that, but one day we

Will hit the place where the walls overwhelm.

And we will finally call out to our Father,

Who waits for our cry to extend us grace.

And we say, “We will lean on You, not the world.”

In response to Mending Wall by Robert Frost

http://writing.upenn.edu/~afilreis/88/frost-mending.html