So I don’t know where this came from. Still… it’s been an eventful couple of days, and this is what came out.
My soul is not a stately ship that sails at steady pace
From fear and doubt, through hope and joy, to dock at port of grace.
My soul is like a hockey puck that bounces at great speed
From wall of hope to wall of sin to wall of desperate need.
First joy, now fear, across to rage, contentment, anger, zen —
With circumstantial slap-shot I careen away again.
God, save this battered hockey puck, this racing, rattled soul
Keep me in your gracious trapper, bring me to your goal.