Can the Blind Censure?


I’m taunted by those eyes

That seek a blunder

A wrinkle in the fabric of my faith

And sure they’ll come across some

Without effort

The vapours come and go

No small disgrace.

So quick to blurt

‘Yasee the package falters

A dreamer’s code

With heroes made of mist’

‘And where’s the fun

With rules and regs abounding

I try my best

Without that painful list.’

It makes one sigh

To hear the doubter’s laughter

Without a hint of wonder

At the Cross

My Lord’s a Gentleman

Who simply tells it

But leaves them free

To follow up their loss.

He speaks to me

In midnight talks occurring

‘My Brother I draw gladly

To your heart

I do not judge the stumblings

Of an instant

But work the love

You’ve treasured from the start.’


Note: Is this not what we see in so many of the Psalms? The writer is surrounded by godless critics who delight in his apparent misfortune or setbacks or sickness. He is in a battle. He looks for refuge. He prays that there will be an end to the mocking, the smug self-assurance, the slander of his God of Mercy and Majesty. When will you rise up and act Lord? When will you show your mighty arm? When will you vindicate your servant? Oh, it’s coming Friend. And God doesn’t mind this candour in your prayers. It is real and affirming a living faith. He likes that. (Consider the examples of Psalms 41, 73, 86 and 94)



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Married and father of two. Living in Waterloo, Ontario. Workplace health and safety professional. Blogger. Poet. Nature hiker. History buff. Inspirational writer. Newsboy for Jesus.

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