Anxiously becoming called,
Dallying, even forbearing,
Gradually, humbly I just kindle.
Laboring, my natural,
quietly, readily stills.
Time’s unwasted verily
wanting Your zeal.
Yes, I know it may not make sense to you. I did have the aid of dictionary.com to find the "right" words because every word begins with the next letter in the alphabet.
Basically, it describes how I've been feeling about "my calling" to write. In plain English it says, I was anxious to feel God's calling on my life for my writing to be used by Him. Then, I started to doubt, feeling like the calling may have perhaps been just a burden instead since who knows if that's what He really wants me to do. I feel like I'm waiting and trying to listen to God (being quiet and still). And like most of my other poems, there's a hopeful or inspiring ending. Time seeking after God's truth is never wasted. I hope it makes a bit more since.
***After Beef read my poem he told me I had left a few letters out. I added them in but couldn't seem to find a good word for "X," yet.