Fueled by Miles, Sober Drink, and God

I had to clear my room before I could write
The pen and paper were out, I simply could not write
Until, at least, each pair of pants was just right
But until the mess was gone, I could not write.
I set out to write about an icicle and contemplation
But my mind drifted to my brother and our most recent conversation
The talking between us two has lead me to think about my life station
And how, it seems, my place is in two very different spots in this nation.
My life would be a hard one to follow if watched without narration
From sitting silently in chapel to exiting with much animation
From the calmest of acoustics, to the wildest, loudest drums in all creation
My tastes are forever varied, and often taboo for my location.
But it matters not to me, for from myself I need no vacation
For if the pay were better, self-discovery would be my vocation.
Often I wonder if my questions are a form of self-admiration
It is then I realize Satan’s displeasure with my self-evaluation
Fore it is then I am shown how obviously “Christian” is a constant occupation.
Even as I write this poem, self-critiquing is half my concentration
Fore I have realized my poems lack a linear form
Yes, it is true; some of my poems are not of the norm.
But is that not to be expected? Or is conformity still required of me?
But I do not wish to follow form; I wish to live life on my own terms.
“But you’re just writing!” Ah, yes, but have you not learned?
In the beginning was the Word – And the Word was God.
So is putting ink on a page my futile attempt to commune with God?
Then wouldn’t that be living, for is not God omnipresent?
But then words would not be required, for I AM is always in our presence.
Does this now make you realize that it must be in your hearts?
For saying and living are two uneven, and often polar opposite, parts.
Now, all of this has stemmed from a cup of coffee, and an icicle
My brother, a car ride, and the fact neither of us is fickle.
Isn’t it amazing how God works, in those slight little ways?
Yet still we forget that it is by His will we are still living out these days…

“‘Then he said, “Oh may the Lord not be angry, and I shall speak only this once; suppose ten are found there?’ And He said, ‘I will not destroy it on account of the ten.’” Genesis 18:32