A Poem for Jenece
By Adam Lambdin
“My soul was uninhibited but never saw the shoals.
My vessel, not my own, belonged to another,
For you were also commissioned, though yet unknown,
We depended on each other.
At interludes, the fog deepened in mutual detachment,
As if I to thee had absconded all hope
And left us both without our purpose.
But dereliction was not like calibrating periscopes.
What I thought though less apparent than Ursa Major,
seen on this clear night, though never knowing how,
I have sensed you near. For, I often heard those voices
In frequencies and choices.
But I loved you not by compassion, which you did for me,
But out of listless wanderings, I sought harbour,
And that you offered me.
Unbeknownst to us both, sailor and signal,
“The Asterism” makes more than skyward anchors.
For navigation, they pivot our choices,
Till commission is no longer just “those rancors.”
Skyward I look, for God Himself dictates
the choices superficial creatures all make,
Neither does that lessen our joy
Though we identify as predetermined toys.
I hear the buoys. Their bells now clang.
Somehow, though never understood,
My ears accepted your voice, coming clear.
The radio dial worked as it always should!
What changed about the frequency?
Or was it just your voice that now rang true?
No, it was me. I found something pointedly:
I had not listened as though I knew.
But it is God who directs our hearts
’round crashing shoals and horrid faults
For He gives grace that changes all
In simple ways, His Spirit calls.”
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