Poetry

First Thoughts

by John Puckett 
08/21/24
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First Thoughts

First thoughts emerging
From my wakening mind —
Shall it be fear
That fills me
Weak and faint
To face the waiting day?

Or, sleep dispersing
With the coming dawn,
Shall crowded thoughts
Rush restless
Through my mind
Of endless things undone?

When shadows fading
Flee the rising sun,
Shall other shades
Of darkness
Shroud my mind
With life's futility?

Or once more waking,
Weep in bitterness
To find my life
Unwanted,
Out of use,
An emptiness alone?

Shall night unsleeping
Bring the morning grey,
And sorrows, fears,
And heartache,
Crowd my mind
In comfortless array?

Or could my thinking
Turn these pains to prayer
To him who knows
My helpless
My weariness,
And find in him relief?

Could he my pacing
Thoughts infuse with peace,
If I lookup
And cry,
Lord,
I believe!
Help Thou my unbelief?

“Immediately the father of the child cried out and said with tears, “Lord, I believe; help my unbelief!” Mark 9:24, NKJV