Poem: Construction
A poem about the generational nature of Kingdom work.
Construction A meditation on follow-through The trowel in hand, and the gun rather loose in the holster. - T. S. Eliot, Choruses from “The Rock” And now we must build up the wall A fox’s traipse could have made fall. We’ll build up half to build it all. The throats of foes are filled with gall, The enemies’ faces blanch and pall. We build the half to build it all. Remember, Lord, the wicked cabal! Their evil plans, o God, forestall, While we build half to build it all. The spears and bricks as one I haul; I hold a hammer, I hold a maul. We must build half to build it all. We answer Nehemiah’s call. We fill the breach, we build it tall. We’ve built the half, now build it all.
“We’ve built the half, now build it all”. Very encouraging.
I like the repetition of end rhyme in this meditation. I also like the repetition of "building half" and "building all" - repetition is the key to meditation.