Malaise

Malaise

By

Matthew Powell

Life can sometimes seem like existence without purpose;

Like a rudderless boat, all we can do is drift, forgetting that every day is a gift

On certain days, we can feel as if we are gazing into the face of God;

On others, we feel like Cain, wandering in the Land of Nod.

On the mountain top, we have hold of His Hand;

In the valleys, maybe deep in sand.

It is in the meadows where the true dangers lie;

It is here that despair can over take, not caring if we live or if we die.

This state, this one of malaise, may leave us truly vexed;

Not knowing, maybe not caring, if we are in this life or the next.

Perhaps our Father may allow these times to take place;

Perhaps this is how He will draw us closer to His face.