Choosing Fullness

 

When the emptiness of all that is not

Compares with the fullness of all there is

Weighed in the balances of thought

I blush beneath heaven’s kind kiss

And though I’ve born the pity-glance

Of those who do not understand

I close my eyes and wildly dance

In gratitude; God holds my hand

When want and wishing dare to taunt

And boldly wage a worldly war

Spreading before thought’s gaze the vaunt

Where emptiness and fullness spar

Then with a purposed, pleading prayer

I whisper ‘Lord, how great thou art’

And though life’s scales tip with its care

I choose His love; God fills my heart

Janet Martin~