Shadows and Silhouettes

Some days
there is no light inside,
no flickering candles
or lanterns bright with flame,

only shadows and silhouettes,
dark lines against the brightness
of a light from somewhere else,
from outside,

God outside, knocking,
refusing to let you live
constantly
in the night.

About this poem

I have felt flat all weekend. Uninspired. I’ve written, albeit badly. I’ve journaled, but without passion. I even preached (I am told well), but I lacked the energy that normally infuses my life.

But thank goodness life comes not just from within, but from without. A housewarming for a friend. A ride in the fall color. Time with the woman I love. Breakfast with members of my church. God will feed our fires, even when we cannot.

But only if we let him.

Tom