Poem April 9, 1984 Issue

The marvelous moment

GORDON R. CLARKE

The me that is not me, struggles and strains.
It thinks it sees a better way.
Most often well-meaning, rarely merely stubborn,
still it presses hard in its direction,
but never really arrives—
inevitably disappointed,
never quite satisfied.

It pauses, listening, looking again—praying.
And there's the marvelous moment!

For right there the real man, always present,
appears more clearly.
The me that's never been alone—
the me that walks with hand in His;
The me that moves easily at His direction,
with way appearing through His providing.
The certain, sure, effective me,
The lovely me that He delights in!

Oh, rejoice with this really me!

The me that was never me is fading.
The me I always really am is appearing.

GORDON R. CLARKE

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