A Quandary Of Sorts
Poem By Kathryn Tyler King
My life is but a speck of dust set free,
From the muck and mire of life’s desire,
For those riches I’m supposed to admire
And find employment only gotten not free,
for school is a must or is it really?
Can not man listen only to You Lord?
To live a life unglorified in this world,
Yet one glorified in Your sight unsnared,
Established by Your will and in accord
with whatever You set before me willing.
“If I could I would” is commonly said
But Paul said this once, now victory.
For the answer he said, it’s not a story
but Christ once we let ourselves go dead.
Only then can we completely go kneeling.
I do love them and in many ways indeed.
It is much like how I’ve been hurt a lot
by my sisters whom I love but receive not
the same love. So where does this lead?
Only pain because of the cursed devilry.
I live only for Your life to enter in,
Yet there’s no victory in mother’s eyes.
Nor is there hope enough for she cries,
for some fragment of something goes dim
Her heart is ready dear Lord just praying.
I pray dear Lord that You’ll speak to them
for our time is short if only they knew.
What did happen to me is something new
and this wisdom could be shared all to them
only come quickly for the skies look dreary.