The Match

Andrew R. Duckworth

It’s a wrestling match-
Belief and obedience-
Half struggling to believe,
Half struggling to obey.
I make Jonah look wise
As he’s running away,
With my feet at the ready
And unwillingness on display.
My sign saying “fool”
I grip with both hands
As my feet begin to sink
Beneath the shifting sands.
I’m one who doesn’t belong
Among the promised lands,
My feet so stained with pride,
Envy dripping from my glands.
But I’m not done finding
What the voice has called me to-
A path of discovery
Of what on Earth is true.