Lord make me an instrument of your will, and help me to understand that still! The mysteries you did unfold, are worth much more than yellow gold. I've had a taste of love and life, please grant me more without the strife. And please may I come to know, that perfect peace, Yours to bestow.
Reason for writing:
I conceived this poem in the year 2000, in honour of Jesus Christ, but have only now felt ready to publish.
Lie many others, I'm more or less happy with my job, although
I always seek to have understanding.
There are those who say "Surrender to Christ", and those who say "Surrender to Christ ... and do as I say".
Like most Christians, I fall into the first category, although I respect those in the second category, who are mainly those under holy orders,
and include among their munber some of the finest people on earth.
There is an issue with the second category, which is that there is an implication that without obedience,
we cannot come to Christ. I personally believe that does not apply to the
"lay Christian", who can find fulfillment in the community, through
productive work, and even in themselves.
At work, I am to an extent in dispute. In a union of one, I nevertheless
have solidarity, and how successful were the Poles who stuck together under
Lech Walensa.
Here where I live at the moment, in the UK. the unions have
become weak, and in conjunction with the convergence of both
of the main political parties towards the centre, it seems
that the working man is less well represented than he should be.
If as I believe, politics is the battle of ideas, where are the protagonists ?
I can honestly say that I don't see them here today.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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