God's Pristine Routine

O God, original and ever new,
with routine, when we meet, always pristine,
like crisp new dollar bills, You crackle true,
and being with You never is routine.
We’re busiest when thinking all alone,
so too with You my mind is ever racing,
inspiring me, You make Your thoughts my own,
and in my soul, my ways Yours keep displacing.
But You don’t rest, O God, You want some action,
encouraging me, provoking me to move,
Your only force, the power of Your attraction,
my thoughts and words, You want my deeds to prove.
O pristine Lord, with routine never old,
freely I follow You as I am told.

                                  -- by Pete Voelz     12/21/11

All of Pete’s published poems are on
pmvoelz.blogspot.com