A quarter-century has now elapsed
Since I made my first entrance to this sphere.
How swiftly all those days have passed me by—
I blink to brush a tear, and months are lost—
But oh, what joy the Lord has granted me,
What sorrows I have brought upon myself,
What evil I have done, but good have found.
Would that I had these decades once again,
To live them over—better—as I ought!
But even so, if I were to rely
Upon myself, my righteousness, my worth,
Even were all that I regret undone,
I cannot love my God wholeheartedly
Or perfectly keep even one command,
As his most holy law justly demands,
So I must place all trust in him who did.
But as these swiftly-flying years increase,
May I become more worthy of the call
Which that redemption places on my head
And in my work advance his kingdom’s aims,
That when he comes I ready may be found.
Today is my twenty-fifth birthday; I wrote this earlier this week for the occasion. I plan a somewhat more extensive post on the subject tomorrow. And, as I mentioned after last week’s poem, this might be the end of this “department” (poems on Friday) as a regular weekly feature; I’ve run out of old poems I consider presentable with only minimal editing, so future posts will depend on my more thoroughly revising rougher-edged old poems or writing new ones.
I always welcome your comments, critique, suggestions (perhaps of a real title for this poem?), or any other feedback on this poem or any other part of my work. (In other words, if you like it, if you don’t like it, if something “works”, if something “doesn’t work”, if it makes you think of something or someone, etc., please comment and say so!) If you like this, you can follow this blog, which includes one of my poems every Friday; you can also read other poems I’ve written here on my blog (or if that list is too intimidating, I’m posting more manageable subsets each week, such as yesterday’s installment, so you can just start with those). I’d particularly like to know which poems you think are my best.