The Song of a Beggar (A Poem)

Is this an upbeat song, or a slow melodic waltz.
Is my life nothing more than what I see-
where is the symphony, where is the harmony of heart.

I feel like a toddler trying to play a tuba.
I feel like a bottle floating in the sea-
only that bottle is filled with an uncertain note
'do I want to be rescued, do I want peace, do I want freedom?'

I see pieces of peace, like stained glass, shattered about.
I feel properties of peace, sometimes there, sometimes not.

You, my Father, my Abba, are a mystery to me.
Sometimes You wrap me like a coat of Kashmir.
Sometimes that coat is coarse wool, painful and convicting.

So what is my song?
I often forget how close You are,
Whether Kashmir or wool, you are still a coat that wraps me up.
Giving me a song to sing.

You are my coat of many forms, and in many ways.

You are colorful.
You are steel.
You are warm.
You are new.
You never wear out, and I can't wear you in.
You are a strong fiber, staying close to the skin.
You keep out the cold.

You are my coat and you are my song.

You are putting the pieces of peace together.
You are singing in me.
I am singing to you.

My song is You.
To sing to You and about You, and through You, and not without You.

So I sing.
loud and soft.
clear and muffled.
fast and slow.
happy and painful.
open and closed.
new and old.
but to You.

My song is You.
It is broken, with no rhythm.
I often hit the wrong notes and sing off key, but You love my song still.

So I sing.
So I sing.
Sing unto You.

Adam Triplett