I sure do love you, darlin'!
I like this poem so very much because of its emphasis on continuously moving forward, even while fully understanding the journey will be long and ever fraught with eye- twitch-inducing challenges and frustrations. What gets me no where in a hurry is plopping down on the floor and pouting…or worrying…or making excuses for why I'm sitting on my bum motionless: Life's not fa-a-a-i-i-r-r! He's not fair! She's not fair!
Isn't it all just a matter of perspective, really?
What if I viewed my screw-ups, betrayals, rejections, disappointments not as obstacles to eliminate but necessary refining fires to pass through – as my only hope for burning up the pride sitting all heavy and obtrusive on my shoulders? Pride is the worst. Pride makes me forget I need God, and forgiveness. Pride makes me arrogantly summarize the intentions of others, and judge their actions having never walked even a block in their shoes. Pride trips me up and slows me down.
I want to wake up determined to scale the daily mountains set before me, instead of recoiling from them with resentment. I can't afford to waste energy on pining over "could have," would have," should haves." The last line of the poem is particularly powerful, I think. I'm only a threat to hell and hate (...to that bridge in the darkness where the sentinels stand guarding the border with their half-slung rifles, warned of the likes of you.)when I'm no longer blinded by a ravenous sense of entitlement. I'm only truly dangerous when Love/Christ is all I want or need.