Pollen

Seek ye first
The kingdom of God;
And all shall be added onto you
For narrow is the way
Like running along a narrow path
In a flowery meadow
And the pollen clings on
To the hair on my legs,
Like a bee.

And though
I may stumble and fall,
I can stand again
And lo and behold,
I receive more pollen!
For joy followeth sorrow
So I'm back on track again.


And though
I may step on some thorns
I can still continue
Along the path;
For with God's power,
My scars will heal
So I continue to serve him.

And though
I may come upon a snare
of the Devil;
I will resist him
And flee,
Then continue along the path
Where pollen is still added.

And though
Life may lead me astray
Where even sharper thorns await
And pollen is dark and dry,
I can find my way
Back to the path
Where pollen is yellow
And wholesome.

At last
I come to the end of the path
Which is a stream.
That flaws to a place
Where my reward
Would be much greater
Than those added to me in the meadow
Where there are
No thorns
No snares and no dry pollen
But great treasures
This is the Kingdom of God.


by JeroMe
Copyright © May '93


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