Channels

Channels

It seemed that I would flow forever
In every well developed rut,
Unable to escape the known,
New channels through I could not cut—

I underestimated you—
You dig new channels with your spade,
And beckon me to follow you
Through each adventure that you made—

The choice still lies with me, I see,
To drift along the ruts of men
Or flow your paths with peace in hand,
Defying every lion’s den.

(c) 2005 Benjamin Graber

This poem was written in response to the awesomeness of seeing the Holy Spirit really moving in my life the past few months. Some of the ruts in my life I had been caught in I have been able to break out of because of the Holy Spirit's power and leading. I want my entire life to be defined by the Holy Spirit's leading instead of the ruts of the habits of selfishness.