Tugging At My Sleeve
Mysterious energies are always around;
influencing all we say and do;
although, they often tend to confound;
they are usually what we imbue.
Life is a construct, imbued with purpose;
each of us; a role to fulfill;
mysteries often hide neath the surface;
especially, the Master’s will.
God often chooses to hide the truth;
until we become ready to know;
our actions, themselves, provide proof;
and we’ll reap whatever we sow.
Sometimes, we’re tugged hither and yon;
taking us where we need to be;
until we are where we’re depended upon;
once given the eyes to see.
Throughout life we feel God’s gentle tug;
much like the pull on our sleeve;
pulling us toward him; until we feel snug;
and giving us faith to believe.
God took me out of my comfort zone;
challenging me to suddenly write;
taking away everything; given on loan;
through poems; I saw the light.
Writing is my gift; from my Father above;
I’m sharing God’s love; and cannot leave;
our destinies lie with the Father of love;
and, I feel him tugging at my sleeve.
Monty 12/25/24. # 2,534