On the plain of Shinar I built a tower
to myself; it brought nothing but confusion.
With Jonah I was disobedient, and fled.
At Bethel I found that God is here.
At Peniel I struggled with evil, won the blessing.
In Job I was tested.
David and I numbered the people,
suffered sorely for sin.
With Solomon I built a temple—and strange altars, too.
The kingdom tottered.
Now in Gethsemane the human sense of self is being cleansed,
purified, and prepared for the ultimate sacrifice.
When only limitation remains to challenge infinity,
the promise of final victory will fall across my unwritten page.
I wake from the mortal dream.
