Discomfort Unrequired


  • photo: Dora Kazmierak  www.instagram.com/dorakazmierak/


    Who plots our life stories each new day?

    What role are we expected to play?

    Draining dramas, heart whip-flayed.


    Why placed in such painful places?

    Unfit athlete, pushed through paces

    – please don’t include in any races*.


    Who’s the author? What’s their name?

    To whom may I apportion this blame?

    What resolution, conclusion claim?


    Pitiless that pack-punched fist,

    discomfort un-required, I insist

    – did I decline any ‘agape’ kiss?


    Must my heart grovel, appease?

    Supposedly-soft, squeeze and see;

    conflicts batter, buckled weak knees.


    Black clouds hint loud thunderclap

    – suddenly, sunshine falls into lap,

    unexpected mercy, gold gift-wrapped.


    * You’ve all been to the stadium and seen the athletes race. Everyone runs; one wins. Run to win. All good athletes train hard. They do it for a gold medal that tarnishes and fades. You’re after one that’s gold eternally. 1 Corinthians 9:24-25


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