Here’s a poem called “A New Leaf” by Kathleen Wheeler, whom I have no idea about but stumbled across through Boundless:
He came to my desk with a quivering lip, the lesson was done. “Have you a new sheet for me, dear teacher? I’ve spoiled this one.” I took his sheet, all soiled and blotted, And gave him a new one all unspotted. And into his tired heart I cried, “Do better now, my child.”
I went to the throne with a trembling heart, the day was done. “Have you a new day for me, dear Master? I’ve spoiled this one.” He took my day, all soiled and blotted, and gave me a new one all unspotted. And into my tired heart he cried, “Do better now, my child.”
There are things going on in my life right now that I haven’t experienced before (or for a long time). Of course, in the madness of confusion and uncertainty I forget something that I learned a while ago either in one of Dan or Art’s teaching session: when you pray to God for something, and if He deems it good for you, you will somehow be placed in the situation for it.
In my example, it was patience. And surely, surely (not Shirley), I am in the position right now where I must exercise and grow my patience…because I asked for it.
After having over a year of not being able to complete any of my horrible ballads, this little gem just popped out from my heart. On one side, its a (hopefully, or hopelessly) romancing song (to God and…nevermind, let’s not over-analyze, right?), on another I’m being as damn honest with myself that I am insufficient as a mortal man, and on another I’m asking you and myself what is in our hearts. Oh, and I somehow was able to allude to faith, if it applies to you. Foxes? yes, I’ve always wanted to use that phrase ever since mewithoutYou’s 2nd album, and ever since one of my first Sunday school classes I’ve always thought of those foxes to be cute (instead of malicious). Cute like the ones in Mini Ninja or Foxkeh.
Take a listen (don’t give up on me until its done, yo):
Catch for us the foxes, with the torches on their tails. Tonight they run through our fields, destroying all their yield.
To chase and to be chased; to catch and to be caught. I’ll see you face-to-face, and see everything I’m not.
Go into the vineyards, try to find the mustard seed. Has it died on the trail now? Or did it grow into a tree?
I’m a part of you, you’re a part of me. Take a look inside (of your heart), tell me who you see.
For anyone that is interested…the scripture I unknowingly (read: the premise crept in without the exact passage) integrated can be found at Songs of Solomon 2:15; Judges 15:4-5; Matt 13:1-9, 31-32.