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.

(c) Adron Dozat

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

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(c) A.E. Dozat 12/28/15

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