Sit or Stand

A week ago I wrote a few lines that began with "I wish someone would fire me" and ended with "I wish I could stop writing maudlin poetry." Today I decided enough is enough. I choose joy.

I wish someone would fire me,
Or should I simply quit?
Argh! I really must stop grousing,
And choose to stand or sit.

Is it fun to sit indulging
In the folly of complaint?
To nod, agreeing dolefully
That sorrow is our fate?

Or would I rather stand and fight
For my heart and head;
Stop giving in to "poor ol' me",
But trust in God instead?

Hold on to good and truth and trust,
The ancient preacher wrote,
There's peace and life enfolded there,
Each thought a joyful note.

I choose to think of peace and life,
Of sanity and love,
Of wisdom, joy, and steadfast faith,
All granted from above.

And in God's time I'll stand again
In another, higher place
Where sorrow, sin and selfishness
Will dare not show his face.

There's gladness in just standing here,
Or I can walk around.
Upright I have more choices
Than when I'm sitting down!

Reviews

[Avia]

I choose to think of peace and life
Of sanity and love
Of wisdom, joy and steadfast faith
All granted from above

I love this stanza and the one that follows. This is a very nice poem of expressing faith, and the content is inspiring, but the flow is off in some places where the lines are too long. As for the message, i love it. Thanks for sharing

[Kate Z.]

Thanks for your review. I appreciate your critique.