Tuesday, February 26, 2008

A poem I penned about the mystery of calling and vocation

We may not with certainty know
That to which we are called.
There is a naïve arrogance
In declaring our vocations.

We serve in terms we can fathom
Without fathoming our divine range.
We may miss it by a mile
But still happen onto what God intended.

Seeking to know is less useful
Than living questions with a certainty
That grace ever goes before us
And leads us, unwittingly, home.

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous8:28 PM

    I really relate to this. Thank you for sharing.


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