Day 667 - April 13 - My Evolution

I hope you don't mind - I have finished another poem, which I hope you find worthwhile. It's entitled "My Evolution".

I envisioned, amidst gloried distress,
a creature - small, and nasty, and full of hate
lying in its own vile and horrid mess;
wondering what had brought it to this state.

I envisioned, amidst gloried pain,
this splintered, devious, broken thing,
striving with passioned pangs to attain
an end to all its suffering.

I envisioned, amidst gloried grief,
as it writhed under burdens of painéd weight,
grasping for grasp on the forces that forced its brief,
ungainly, unwieldy form into this fetid state.

I envisioned, amidst gloried horror,
this thing, as coercion bent it nigh,
and in so doing forced its gaze to soar -
wondering how? And why? And...why?

I envisioned, amidst gloried torment,
this myopic being begin, beyond its strife,
to perceive a Someone whose intent
so distinctly was different from its own wretched life.

I envisioned, amidst gloried fears,
through pressure, and strain, and tension, and pain;
by hurt, and burn, and tearing, and tears,
the creation this Someone in His creature has lain.

I see, amidst gloried awe,
the first halting steps of this thing;
no longer what it was, it totters toward the One I saw;
toward the Image it is becoming.

I cannot see, amidst gloried glory,
what next lies in the fating
as this creature that is me, entwined in His story,
steps closer to He who is waiting.

Eric

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