Do I know myself?

Knowing what I know.

Knowing what I know
yet being what I seem to be
A common place dilemma,
of which I’m sure, I’ll never be set free.

At least not while I’m living,
in this complicated world of gains.
As long as breath is filling up my lungs ,
as long as blood is coursing though my veins.

I know! to try a little harder,
I know! to do my best .
But underneath this thin facade ,
the truth I face, is all my deeds fall  short ,
my actions fall in line with all the rest.

This  journey must continue,
until my earthly life has ceased to be.
Until my soul has left this plane ,
and soars above the  daily grind of me.

When knowing what I know,
and doing what I  love .
Will  walk with grace and speak in truth,
like eye to eye,  now  hand in glove.


Christian poetry by Geoffrey