poetry: complacency

Shall I flagellate myself with words,
designed to bring me down
to a level of unworthiness,
irreconcilable with my L-rd?

Or, shall I permit myself the liberty
of feeling content with my avodah,
knowing that despite my failures in the past,
I am making the effort to serve?

The answer is somewhere in between:
not grovelling in the dirt, like Job,
crying out from a place of despair,
nor, patting myself on the back
with a complacent smile.

Rather, the expression of my praise
to the One who led me out of the darkness
into the light of a new life, wonderfully reveals
my gratitude, for lifting me out of the mire.

Like Jacob, I am not worthy
of the mercy and truth
that has been shown to me,
yet, I am still His servant.

Published by Tzvi Fievel

I have B.A.'s in Psychology, and English; and, a certificate in psychophysical re-education; at current, I am exploring my third area of academic interest - ecology. My spiritual journey, through many transitions, culminated in taking the yoke of Heaven upon myself.

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