Ripples of Confusion

Ripples of Confusion
James Dinsmore

A thought,
A person,
An idea
Plunges into your life;
And you ride the ripples of confusion.

You might test the waters,
Or back away;
Fearing to go,
Yet too uptight to stay.

You trip over a crack,
And stagger to and fro,
Semi-recovered,
Not knowing where to go.

Straddling the ledge
Of progress and regression;
How rarely we climb forward,
We choose a lateral direction.

A meandering tributary,
The mainstream of our lives;
An indirect race to avoid:
A thought,
A person,
An idea;
The purpose of our lives
Clouded in confusion.



But every man is tempted, when he is drawn away of his own lust, and enticed.
James 1:14