Unsatisfied

“They delight to draw near to God, but they serve their own
interests when they worship, while others suffer.”
(adapted from Isaiah 58:2-3)

Did you think you could rest?
Did you believe that now
now
you could lay it down
pause in peace
celebrate
finish
before life itself
is finished, or that
you could be done
before
I
am done?
Come now.
Come now.
I am not done.
Do not sit down
there on the grass
beside the road
in delusions of
heaven’s final chorus
heralding your efforts
while
I myself
have not completed
the song I am orchestrating
here
and
now
for all creation
and all people
to sing in harmony.
Do not rest in the grass.
Neither should you
fall down
discouraged
in the dust
exhausted
and weary of hoping.
I
am
not
done.
Repeat it again
and make this your praise:
I
am
not
done.
Stand up,
find your feet again.