What University does to Poetry

Lost and Tired

You don't think I've tried a million times

To be humble, loving others

Looking after the interests of others,

To submit to others?

So, I'm supposed to receive food and clothes

From your generosity

I had assumed community was part of the package

Seven months of ambiguity

Suddenly my family seems a little foreign

I'm thinking submission isn't the same anymore

I'm not sure where to go

Clearly, I don't have the power to weave

I can only be woven by your working hands.

So am I being woven now?

Or am I a bit of string?

Brittle and easily-broken

One chord sure is easily broken

Some people didn't receive their reward until they reached your very presence

I guess I'll keep seeking the kingdom