Sanding Slowly

God will change us, we hope it's done gently.

We are made of the most unique dust
And thankful God breathed life into us
Hand hewn, after years become worn
Burns, dinks, scratches and more

 

We know we need refinishing

To be stripped, sanded, and sealed

But this fine process shouldn’t be rushed

 

Sanding with power works much faster

But heats up fast and may damage the wood

I’m willing to wait for the slow finish

I'll be patient and cool

Sometimes our friends rub against the grain
And this includes my good friend God
We know this is when we need his grace
And we may need to be open to change

So thankful for every day
At anytime can be chopped down
Or thrown into the fire
Returning from whence we came

I hang my hat and stand on the cross
The most common scripture John 3:16
Says no way to the father except but by me
And to you will be given everlasting life

Jesus the carpenter told us there is no other way
For me to believe this took years of polishing
From lovely annoying sandpaper friends!

A couple times I told them where they could go!
You’re brainwashed, it’s false, you’re wrong
And no, I don’t need to go to church
I can find God on my own

But my friends continued sanding

And then a devastating circumstance

I got my butt to church

And it took hold in a major way

 

I promised no turning back

Though this isn't the easy way

So please sand me gently

And avoid the power blast.

 

Little Mouse
October 6, 2007

Author's Note

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Inspired by M Lamont�s review of my poem Shadow Man. He questioned why I asked God for a break? And I credit Afrobrit for telling me about sandpaper friends long ago. And I'd be remiss not to mention sandpaper friends: God-father Ken, brother Steve, sister Sabra.

Reviews

[M Lamont]

Wow, I just found this. It has been awhile since i have been on here. Now that i am settled a bit more with me, I am getting back to my groove. What an awesome piece and love the knowing the background on this. But I am glad you put the inspiration at the bottom so I was not influenced when I read it. Great job!!!

[*^*my*beautiful*zelda*l..]

Hmmm... Interesting.... *pretends to put on an intelligent expression*
Being special in the head, and with evanescance blasting in my ears, I can kind of comprehend what sort of message this poem is sending... i had a hard time figuring out what metephor the sandpaper was supposed to represent, but I'm a little tired at the moment, so I'll get it sooner or later.... -_- Good write though! :)

[Jonathan Bryant Dean]

I could use a little more sanding around the middle! There is a bit of an ugly bulge there.

I some times feel as though I more if a reed in the wind than a full grown tree.

JBD
There is some pleasure even in words, when they bring forgetfulness of present miseries.
[Sophocles (497-406/5 B.C.), Greek tragedian.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

What an intriquing tale that develops a very unique perspective - I agree you can find God anywhere. Nice write. Thank you for sharing.
Light,
Siddartha