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An Imperfect Life

poetry by Fr. Harold Macdonald

The Series

Soon dumb, late smart

I have arrived at this important point:

that the praise of God is my only work.

Incompetence, self-will, or mental quirk

spoils other goals; they only disappoint.

They rise from wants, needs of the seeking self;

light antemortem life, an instant spark,

then splutter. Ashes sink into the dark.

As quickly baked and quickly broken, delf.

All else, wrong for me; only praise I am.

Under the shadow of Your wings I dwell

some microscopic part of You to tell.

A chorister, a poet, all else sham.

Insignificance my lot. My small task?

To cling, to hide in You; my first, my last.