Poems from Prison: part I

I found the below scribbling on an old folded sheet of notebook paper written in purple ink.  A favorite pen of mine back in undergrad...no date on it but I probably wrote it around 2005.  I wrote it while dealing with some of my back issues.  Besides the old pen I used to use, you can tell I wrote it a while ago based on the content.  I'm talking about God being so far away and giving me a glimpse of how to live out the life created for me.  I feel like the mood of this poem is one of accepting my fate, of surrendering, of giving up my will for the greater good.  Greater good you might ask?  God's glory resting on us no matter what our circumstances are; for me, my back troubles.  

The veil conceals the precious light

too soon to be consumed I might

but beneath the folds and inner threads

there is some Bright to be shed

For what would this side be without His glory?

Without His design for every story?

We'd probably continue but with no purpose

there we would crumble into dust

I am like dust but he uses me still

to be like a city on a hill

so as Jack and Jill took their spot

we must also stand upon the rock

We are just as the moon in all its splendor

for it also receives its light form a Sender

the moon would be miserable, lonely, dark

the sun gives it illumination, glory, heart

Our Sender is way far away

where a day is a million years and a million years a day

But still this light chooses to pursue me

and continues on to give me a key

A door is opened, yet I cannot see past the veil

but only a map, which tells me how to set sail

to be as the moon, and to reflect back honor and praise

even when He giveth and taketh away