Today's Poem:
I Met My Master
I had walked life's path with an easy tread,
Had followed where comfort and pleasure led;
And then by chance in a quiet place
I met my Master face to face.
With station and rank and wealth for goal,
Much thought for body but none for soul,
I had entered to win this life's mad race
When I met my Master face to face.
I had built my castles, reared them high,
till their towers had pierced the blue of the sky;
I had sworn to rule with an iron mace
when I met my Master face to face.
I met Him and knew Him, and blushed to see
that His eyes full of sorrow were fixed on me;
and I faltered, and fell at His feet that day
while my castles vanished and melted away.
Melted and vanished; and in their place
I saw naught else but my Master's face;
And I cried aloud: "Oh, make me meet
to follow the marks of Thy wounded feet."
My thought is now for the souls of men;
I have lost my life to find it again
Ever since alone in that holy place
My Master and I stood face to face
Iain Mcclain_wilhelm Melket Näher
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