The Antithesis of Psalm 23

The clock is my dictator, I shall not rest
It makes me lie down only when exhausted
It leads me to deep depression
It hounds my soul
It leads me in circles of frenzy for activity’s sake
Even though I run frantically from task to task
I will never get it done
For my “ideal” is with me
Deadlines and my need for approval, they drive me
They demand performance from me
beyond the limits of my schedule.
They annoint my head with migraines.
My in-basket overflows
Surely fatigue and time pressure shall follow me all the days of my life
And I will dwell in the bonds of frustration forever

Marcia K. Hornok

Comments

[Kurt]

This was a powerful night at church. This poem too often describes the way i live when God calls me into "rest."