Finding Jesus

A metal ball
with pulses
pushing and pulling
telling
and fooling
till at last
in the middle
strongly drawn to this or that
till moving there and here and over
I sat
no more to bend
no more to almost break
it is too little too late
and I am done
this race is run
I'm bursting this ball
breaking the point of it all
to see
what I was meant to be
and that was
someone not about me
but about you
and that's what I aim
for
align, pull and.....

shoot!

off I fly
no more time to cry
or ask why
or worry
or care
about the things not there
but forward I go
not fully knowing
but the trusting
the wind to shove and push
till I land
with a soft
mush
right into your hand
your plan
and all of you

I love you, Lord!

Amen!

(trying to find Jesus midst the confusion)