Mourn Not The Morning

(if you are viewing this via email, the website has a recording of this poem and commentary; click the title above)

Commentary

I wrote this poem in the pre-dawn darkness as I struggled once again with a passage in Romans. It’s so easy to think I understand something… until I think again.

I have always struggled with remembering the “right” answers. So I turn my mind again and again to solving the same problems. It can feel like defeat. It can even feel like moral failure. However, I am slowly but surely learning to not beat myself up for this weakness, but to celebrate its advantage. Better to be continually seeking the truth than to proudly give up the search, having arrived at half-truths.