Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Poem 016

Turn, Turn, Turn
Earth now turns on its axis
but soon no more—
slowly clock hands turn
like tides and seasons.

I turn to my Lord
every day made new—

to get what I need,
a clean slate that fills
with fresh and recycled sins—

for even my best days
are marred by mistakes,
decisions blurred by
various vanities.

I will live the life
I’m called to
and give what I’m given
not just keep for myself.

Yet I drink from the cup
the world gives me,
deeply as an unquenchable thirst.

He will not change my circumstances
until He changes me,
until I let Him change me.

Patrick Connors of Toronto, Ontario is the author of the chapbook Scarborough Songs (Lyricalmyrical Press, 2013). He is a manager for the Toronto chapter of 100,000 Poets for Change."Turn, Turn, Turn" comes out of Isaiah 55:7.