Am I doing enough?
Gasping for checks to be placed in boxes,Grasping for perceived results.
Frenetic production and idle detoxes,
Mirrored pendulum of praise and insults.
I am what I do.
The weight is eased to aggravation:A dark kite tethered to my waist,
Not ceasing me from forward motion,
But evident slowing down of pace.
I am what I am.
The reins from soul to deeds are slacked,Breakers ceased on seas within.
The Word saved us from self-attack,
Abundant life that springs from Him.
I AM: Whom I serve.
Is “doing” enough?