Hymn Ten (Unsung)

My ambition sparks little want for greenback
dollars, makes no plans for future White House runs.
I never
even dream of dreaming up fame, running with a rat pack,
my own entourage, glistening glitter gold in Las Vegas fun.
Like them kings, ever-

marching on Old Testament lands to conquer, there’s always more
thick walls, more rabid armies to stare down in some blind
prejudice and
bottomless hunger that are never sated. That’s never been the core
of my five, ten, twenty year plan. Since childhood, God’s mind
is what I have wanted, and

I’m thinking that alone might now be a sin. Not for unique compassion.
Not for infinite mercy, or grace, or ultimate authorship of
beginning with the just the right word.
Selfish at a crossroads in alchemy thoughts, I fashion
a new self with all mysteries made known, including love.My fire burns for answers He has blurred.

Michael P. Carriger