Poetry: No Dissatisfaction
Right now I could have questions
Happenings I wish I could know why
Like some difficult temptations
I hope He would explain by and by.
When in glory I see His face
I would know why sometimes He let me feel forsaken
Saying “sufficient for you is my grace”
-Even when my only consolation was the hope of heaven.
But then I have read the story
About my lord once forsaken
When He hung on the cross of Calvary
-Even how He yet loved me in His suffering.
Yet if that gallant, pathetic picture
Of His agonized face crowned with thorns
That bruised His brow and scraped His scalp
Doesn’t vanquish my discontent
Ah! I know what certainly will:
When I see his face in eternity
(not Golgotha’s object of pity
Dripping with His blood and devils’ saliva
But an absolute perfection of beauty)
Shinning with a brightness that cannot be described in grammar.
My! Would I have enough will to close my mouth for awe?
Or desist from kissing His feet in worship?
Oh! There could be no room for dissatisfaction
For I know He would exceed my most glorious imagination
And I know I wouldn’t have to question.
© 2002,Tee Akindele
