757 Quandary 4-4-18

Do I pray

for a buoyancy,
a balmy drift,
afloat His Will,

or

to be bounced
along the rocky bottom,
torn and tossed,
turvy-topsey,
gasping last breaths before
drowning in His rushing force,
grasping at sparkling
hints
that I might end up
were I prayed to be
seconds before I surrendered
to the current
and was swept from
shores solid safety
by the surge of His
benevolent beating?

Neither!

For when I pray,
“Thy will be done…”
I offer myself for

either

one.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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