Tuesday, 23 September 2008

  • My Web

    In my newest poem, I'm kind of continuing along the same vein as my last poem, in that it's full of analogy and metaphor. For understanding purposes, the web in this poem represents your life, the plans you have, and the way you think things are going to go. The stone that messes things up (makes a hole) represents kinks in the plans, frustrating circumstances, and hard Providences. Since God's in control, these "rocks" all come from His hand, and railing against them and the subsequent "holes" they make is nothing less than being discontent with His purposes. Oh that I would always remember that the Blessed Controller of all things is good and kind, working everything for MY good.

    My web is deftly made
    And no one will invade
    The threads that are so rightly placed.
    I look at it with pride
    Right here I will abide
    For it completely fits my taste

    But look! here comes a stone
    That someone else has thrown
    It rips a hole right through my place.
    I look with much disgust
    But now I must adjust
    It seems this hole I must embrace

    I wouldn't have picked this hole
    But I cannot control
    The things that will be brought my way.
    I see my web is frail
    And rocks will all prevail
    To put my web in disarray

    So I will change my mind,
    Accept the holes I find
    Without a grumbling sigh or moan.
    Becoming discontent
    Will make me just resent
    The Hand controlling every stone

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