Enough of nights spent pointlessly awake;
Too many—even fruitful—sleepless hours;
And long past time to seek God’s kingdom first
Instead of striving till soul-weariness
To catch what now appears no more than wind.
For I know better: failure or success
Does not, at last, depend on what I’ve done;
It comes, in grace, from God’s almighty hand
And it is he who gives his people rest.

This is another “hot off the preses” verse paragraph, written late this week as events and relevant Scripture crystallized into words.

As always, I earnestly welcome your (further) comments, suggestions, questions, critique, or other feedback about this or any other part of my work. (In other words, if you liked this poem, or you didn’t like it, or it made you think of something, or … please leave a comment to let me know.) If you liked this, you can follow this blog, which includes one of my poems every Friday, or read other poems I’ve written here on my blog (perhaps starting with those linked from one of the “archive ” installments, since the full archive is by now, at well over a hundred poems, somewhat daunting); I’d especially like to know, as part of my preparations for a collection, which poems you think are my best. You may also share this poem with others, subject to my sharing policy.

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