Pandora's Box

July 26, 1986

This is a poem that frustration wrought.

I thought what I did was what I had ought.

But when I did so, much trouble was brought.

So now my mind bends to straighten the knot,

That quickens and thickens this formidable plot.

It's a Pandora's box of intentions so good.

But why then should, such intentions so good,

Give life so much strife?

If only they could, I wish that they would,

Remove all the pain that I have withstood.

But when all my thoughts are exhausted at length.

And striving has wasted the last of my strength.

I turn back to Jesus to hear His command,

"Be silent my son, for peace is at hand."

And peace came into what frustration had wrought.

And brought out the answer I painfully sought.

So now I'm at peace, though exhausted of thought.

At last what I sought, only Jesus had taught.