From the upcoming full-length book, The Cost of Poetry by Chris Wood
Courting The Eternal
At night I haunt the graveyard near my house
On my best days I am thankful to be alive.
But, there are bitter days when I envy those
Who have escaped this relentless march of time.
After two near death experiences: one from
Sickness and a coma, the other self-inflicted
I am caught in-between; courting the eternal.
In love with One unseen and unlike anything
We have here to measure Him by.
This death and decay, a sign against the human
Family in rebellion. But, His life and the hope
Of resurrection makes me long for death’s
Defeat. I’m a dead man walking, dust still
Falling, spirit breaking free.
But, it’s my soul, caught between, that wrestles
With allowing this war to fester. A reminder
That I am not better than Him. His patience
Means mercy for others. And, I’m reminded
How the hound of Heaven found me.
Helped me find myself in Him. The prodigal:
Through wind and rain I walk this pathway
Home, all the while He feeds the fatted calf.