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Pondering God Copyright © 2005 by Bill Dahl Psalm 111:2: Great are the works of the LORD; they are pondered by all who delight in them. Why do I ponder God? Something that you said, some ghastly circumstance I dread Something in the morning, or when I’m wrestling in my head. Something that I want, something that I need, Something I observe, or something that I read Something that I fear, something that I hear Something that’s confusing, or something that’s crystal clear Something that I see, something that I taste Something that is precious, or something that’s a waste Something that you’re doing, somebody who is smoking Something that you ignore, the people who are choking Something that’s a fact, something that is not, Something we take for granted, like nursing homes and the lot Somebody walking up a hill telling everybody, “this thing isn’t slanted!” Somebody who chops down trees, the ones our grandparents had planted Something that’s a sign, something you don’t even notice Something that’s a comfort, language that can float us Something we’ve created, something’s that just appear Something we should have thought about a whole lot more now confronted with this fear Something that you question, something that I touch Something that’s important, or something that doesn’t matter much Something that’s familiar, something that seems strange The Lone Ranger without his mask, riding across the range Something that’s close up, like the nose upon your face Something that seems distant, in some desperately distant place Something that occurs very slowly, or curiously like a bug Somebody who instantly appears, behind you like a thug Someone who questions everything, every aspect of this life we live Someone who’ all consuming, or others who just give Someone whose welcome kindness reflects the depth of His undying love Those that seem to argue, that tend to push and rudely shove Those who are typically silent, who seem calm and always at a place of peace Those who are always squirming, like Chelsea, my sometimes, obnoxious little niece Those who happen to waddle, those so very fleet upon their feet Those who are eternally messy, or those who are anal-etentive neat Sometimes moving forward, sometimes stepping back Sometimes with utter confidence, sometimes under attack Sometimes from the outside, sometimes from within Sometimes from your obedience, sometimes from my sin Sometimes oh so joyfully, sometimes in agonizing pain Sometimes after tripping, sometimes when getting up again Sometimes from the laughter, sometimes the migraine Sometimes it flows so easily, sometimes it’s all in vain Sometimes from the triumph, sometimes after my attempts all fail Sometimes in a swimming pool, sometimes when my head’s inside a pail All different sorts of circumstances, from every type of mind He created this diversity, desires that we cherish it and be kind Sometimes when it’s foggy, sometimes under a clear blue sky If I saw it all so clearly, I’d be telling you a lie Why He does what He does, heck I’m way too slow Why he did what He did, on this Earth, I’ll never know I’ve figured out some of it, only an infinitesimal part He motivated me to write this poem, and write it from the heart He told me it’s important, that we understand whether We appreciate the nature of His blessings, and that we share all them together Sometimes from the darkness, sometimes when it’s fair No matter the nature of the circumstance, He encourages us to share May you be enriched by Him through this poem, with guidance from His light Encouraged and inspired, by the power of His might. His gifts to us are not ours: No, they’re never for the keeping I share them to deliver His abundant joy to any who may be weeping I believe it when my heart shouts; “I’ve grown closer and far fonder” Like white jet trails in the sky, against the wild blue yonder I’d better begin to close right now, as I am prone to wander I hope this writing reminds you of the ability He created, that causes us to ponder This poem is an invitation For you to join the celebration, If in reading this you paused to nod. Come closer to Him to cherish this, His precious gift: the ability to ponder God Copyright © 2004 by Bill Dahl |
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