I once questioned each step along the way
While longing to uncover paths of truth;
Thus pondering the meaning of my life,
And venturing through ev’ry open door.
For stolen water’s sweet with secret bread,
As if fondling the darkness for true light.
Night as heavy as a feather is light,
So desolate I felt destruction’s way.
When nimbly kneading at Nietzche’s bread,
Believing I had tasted of the truth,
With hardened heart, I safely locked the door,
Yet woke to find no purpose for my life.
What would it take for me to come to life
And experience truth lived in the light?
Ego loves to place blame outside the door,
Yet my conscience ached for a better way.
Absolute about a relative truth,
Rejecting the One who buttered my bread.
Now, nothing satisfies like heaven’s bread;
Food which sustains us to eternal life.
Praise God I did awaken to His truth,
And step into the wisest realm of light.
The only way is The Good Shepherd’s way,
All answers found through Resurrection’s door.
While death and suffering knock at our door,
Our Creator beckons us to break bread.
Calling us to a new and living way,
Offering us love and the tree of life.
With peace and love shall ever shine His truth.
In Christ, “know thy self” is a simple truth.
We humbly hear the voice of heaven’s door
And choose to follow Him as heirs of light.
Partaking of His Word, our daily bread;
Enduring to obtain the crown of life,
We gladly lean on Him to guide the way.
I am the Way, Jesus said, and the Truth
I am the Life, the only righteous Door.
Your daily Bread, the Vine, the one true Light.
The message of the cross is foolish to those who are headed for destruction! But we who are being saved know it is the very power of God. As the Scriptures say, “I will destroy the wisdom of the wise and discard the intelligence of the intelligent.” So where does this leave the philosophers, the scholars, and the world’s brilliant debaters? God has made the wisdom of this world look foolish. Since God in his wisdom saw to it that the world would never know him through human wisdom, he has used our foolish preaching to save those who believe. 1 Corinthians 1:18-21 (AMP)
Poetry Type: Sestina
Graphic source: Heartlight
Note: Line #30 of this poem is a paraphrase from Milton’s poem On Time.