Monday, December 28, 2015


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Broken Engines
A Poem About The Sufficient

Our lives are like a car
Sipping in the mud
In need of repair;
We hope we are on the road
To God.
We could get out and push
But it is an old ten ton clunker,
And we might get a mile or two.
We hope our trunk full
Of tithes and gifts
Will pay the toll.
But our currency
Does not impress Him
Or else He would be no God-
Or very small.
Just as a weak cup of thin coffee.
Leaves one empty
We plod a well-worn path
Dragging the car behind,
In spite of all our efforts
No one arrives.
Arrival is not a toll to be paid,
But it is by being carried
In the arms
Of him who repairs lives.

"Come to me all who are burdened and heavy laden and I will give you rest." Matthew 11:28.

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(c) Adron Dozat 2015

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