Good Folks, it is Friday, June 3, 2016. Only 16 more shopping days until Father’s Day.
Confession: I am not a poet or a romanticist. My beloved Edna would attest to this; however, when I have tried to write poetry the results border on something like “Mary had a little lamb” or “Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.” Lest I forget, “Roses are red and violets are blue.”
In a recent scripture commentary I read, I came across a poem from St. Agnes.* The words captured my attention to the point that I have it printed and in my pocket valet, to read and re-read. Allow me to share them with you:
Lord, it belongs not to my care
Whether I die or live;
To love and serve Thee is my share,
And this Thy grace must give.
If life be long, I will be glad
That I may long obey;
If short, yet why should I be sad
To soar to endless day?
Christ leads me through no darker rooms
Than He went through before;
He that into God’s kingdom comes
Must enter by this door.
Come, Lord, when grace has made me meet
Thy blessed face to see;
For, if Thy work on earth be sweet,
What will Thy glory be!
My knowledge of that life is small;
The eye of faith is dim;
But ‘tis enough that Christ knows all,
And I shall be with Him.
There is an enormous amount of theology in this poem that continues to capture my attention after several readings. May you find what I have found and more. Share this with others, to the poets and non-poets among us.
Blessings, Pastor Frank
* In researching St. Agnes, I came across four of them: St. Agnes of Rome, Assisi, Bohemia and Montepulciano. Google Search; www.newadvent.org