He, Am; I His
I thought of Him as a geyser.
I, the rugged traveller, fearlessly traversing my world,
Harnessing His random gushes like a frontiersman taming the wilderness.
I thought of Him as a sponsor.
Depositing blessings into an account only I knew how to invest,
Watching, enchanted, as I maximized each opportunity.
I thought of Him as a secretary.
Organizing my meetings and streamlining my schedule,
Cherishing the sporadic occasions when I found time for a quick conversation.
I was wrong.
He is a Downpour.
I, the pompous traveller, desperately scrambling for a fiction of control,
Finally sheathing my umbrella to find He has long since drenched my clothing.
He is Forgiveness.
Saturating my life with Grace I have never once deserved,
Watching, patiently, as I begin to read the instructions that came with His gifts.
He is Direction.
Guiding me gently toward joy I am too foolish to recognize,
Delighting in every moment of my roiling, fickle sojourn.
He, the gentle Doctor; I, the furtive patient.
He, the prudent Teacher; I, the arrogant student.
He, the prophetic Waymaker; I, the clueless wanderer.
His Love, the teeming sea; I, the oblivious fisherman.
His Grace, the ceaseless gale; I, the uncomprehending sparrow.
His Promise, boundless paradise; I, the fretful wayfarer.
He, the Shepherd who laid down His life.
I, His restless sheep, finding my peace in His arms.
Daniel Tully is a sophomore at Brown studying Behavioral Sciences.