Self-effort

Luke 9:62 

62 Jesus said to him, “No one who puts his hand to the plow and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God.”

 

Self-effort      

 

My hand on the plow ... it makes me feel so certain

You know I am upright because I stand in the know

Instead of hanging on as the Master wants to pull it

I’m standing there pushing to where I want it to go

 

Instead of straight furrows zigzag patterns are forming

without any direction I shove my way forward

Is it any wonder that there’s little connection

between the Owner of the field and me the lost plowman

 

I am caught in the middle ... helplessly glued the ground

The plow won’t move and I have no sense of direction

The Master who can pull me out of this self-made mess

I can’t see at all ... He must be at work in another section

 

The place I need to be and where I should go

seem out of my way and beyond my understanding

I have no excuse now for being stuck in this place

where I find myself alone and “hopelessly” stranded

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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