Poem January 7, 1985 Issue

Thy will, not mine

KERRY M. KNOBELSDORFF

Ah, the fruitless, formless heaviness of indecision,
That oversurging of pros and cons,
That final tally of confusion
Yielding non-answer
and
Starting all over again.

How long shall this continue—
The ache of this or that,
The weighing of perhaps or but?

As long as it takes to pray,
Not my will, but Thine, dear Father-Mother God—
And mean it!

KERRY M. KNOBELSDORFF

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