For far too long
I played host to a problem
That I thought was up to me to solve.
I wrestled with it daily—
Denouncing, entreating, resenting it.
Unfortunately, it thrived
On all this attention
And the free room and board.
Finally, at a particularly low point
Of human discouragement
I was spurred into immediate
Action of a different sort
By a flash of insight:
"I can of mine own self do nothing." John 5:30.
In what seemed then
To be a fit of recklessness
(Almost irresponsibility)
I tossed that problem out,
Out—with all its trappings—
From under my protective shadow
Into the bright sunshine.
There the light of Truth and Love,
Unimpressed, serenely
Dissolved and displaced it
In a matter of moments.
