The Perfect Fit

Though not as gloriously.

It has its' work for the today, as do I

The sun and I; faithfully at work in different spheres.

Does the sun weary of shining, I wonder.

Does it ever want to rule the night as well as the day,

Or is it content to be what it is;

A furnace in the sky.

I sometimes become weary of being me.

I do not shine brightly.

I am just me, the only one of its kind

I thank God there are no more me's.

The sun remains fixed forever in place

Finding contentment in its solitary job

Nourishing both plant and human life

Lord, what is my purpose here?

I am singular.

I am an oddity to both friend and foe.

Everywhere I go I go in this world

I am constantly seeking the place I belong.

At home I have a chair before the hearth,

At work I have a cubicle.

At church the back pew or balcony perch,

But nowhere is my presence the missing puzzle piece.

Could it be this place is not my home?

Could it be that I am a sojourner

On a long trek to my true havens' rest,

And all this has just been a test

Fitting me to dwell with Him which is best.

The Perfect Fit by Honora James©