This weekend was one of the most fulfilling of the whole year. And given that our lives are written like poetry, and standard English sentences are not an accurate language to express the soul, I wrote a poem about it. May you enjoy its many allusions to songs and literature, and not miss out on reading your own life’s poem.
Every Creature
Staying up till “4:12” with my cousin
talking about school, cliques, choices,
and the gospel as portrayed in my favorite horror movie.
Gliding through the cool breath of
the reservoir I discovered in my own backyard,
the earth humbly displaying its “green, blue, and gold.”
Witnessing a “new creation” beginning to unfold
in the passenger seat of my ’94 Corolla,
continuing until the road turns to dust.
Wandering around the bright, empty mall at night
with long-lost siblings and ice cream, and deciding
this is what it’s like to be a grown-up.
Pondering a mystical story about a boy and a tiger,
The same story an old friend sent to me months ago,
Reminiscing about the year God found me lost in a book.
Thanking the Creator that the mystery has been proclaimed
to “every creature under heaven,” tiger or not.
Whatever mysteries may arise,
Don’t you dare stop searching until you find the answers,
A place upon which you can firmly rest your soul.
And even then, may you never cease to chase after Him,
The man named Truth, who has made Himself near.
For in Him alone is the mystery both completely known
and entirely unsearchable.
Acts 17:22-34
