Sometimes poems come quickly, and you don’t know from where or sometimes fully comprehend what they even meaning. (This sounds like a disclaimer). All the same, here it is.

It must be that people are called to succeed
By the way that they pull up and leave,
Run from sadness, do anything but grieve
Rather than stay, hold forth hope, love, believe.
We must be called to succeed.

For if people aren’t called to success
How on earth could they live their best
Life now? Excel? Rise above the rest?
How be envied in how they’ve been blessed?
The happy are called to success.

By the measure of most, the Son was outside
The blessings promised. No doubt someone lied—
That if you’re faithful, if you love your bride,
It ends happy. But him? He died.

© Randall Edwards 2019.
This sonnet is for Christ’s church. If it is helpful, please feel free to copy or reprint in church bulletins, read aloud, or repost. I only ask that an attribution be cited to myself (Randall Edwards) and this blog (backwardmutters.com). Thanks.
Artwork: “Love” abstract weaving by © Jennifer Edwards 2017, (jenniferedwards.com) Photo by Hazel Kuehn. Used with permission.

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