That Life Be Lived

Oh, willful heart, with self desire,
when will you turn to spirit’s fire
and find the path of sweet delight
that leads to life beyond my sight?

I tremble as the midnight moon
imparts its light into my room.
Within the sparkles of its ray,
I sense a coming of the day.

No more choice will then be mine
as on my deathbed I recline.
The hour, the day, I know not when
this dust and clay won’t rise again.

It’s not from death that I refrain,
but life unlived that gives me pain.
Oh, heart, begin to look and see
and claim what God has here for me.

Copyright  ©  October 21, 2006 by Karen M. Crump