I wrote this poem while sitting in a hotel bistro one day, eating lunch and reading a book. Tired out by my work in the Air Force, I had decided a weekend getaway was in order, so I drove to Atlanta for a couple days' rest. I had been writing quite a lot of poetry during that season, most of which ended up in my book, To Do This Right.
This poem turned out to be one of those rare one-draft poems; I think I changed maybe one word during edits. And I still like it.
I cannot hide and cannot tell,
Though I have tried them both.
Once the blessings that I sought;
Once me, now him alone.
A burning bush or blackberries?
The distinction can’t be made.
Scaffolds of truth surround the lies
He already forgave.
How to give back the life I owe
And spurn blind unbelief?
How to meet Agape’s love
With Phileo, causing grief?
God is his own interpreter –
Objective truth in Word.
His wonder colors all I’ve seen
And everything I’ve heard.