The Man

Below is a poem about growing used to the process of sanctification as I get a bit older. It’s called “The Man”

The Man

There’s a man who lives inside my house
He looks a lot like me, except older
He walks slouched by the incessant weight of cynicism and sits sunken by the burden of the bitterness that is birthed through a million missed expectations
His eyes are dulled by disappointment and seem to stare far off towards a distant horizon of a hope never attained
I see him a lot in the evenings, he reminds me scornfully of another day wasted and of the hypocrisy of the seeking of a new dawn that never comes

There’s a man who lives inside my house
He looks a lot like me, except younger
He walks upright with the spring of anticipated satisfaction and sits in eager expectation of a million sensualities that will deliver on their promises of pleasure
His eyes are bright, lighted with the appetite of the sort of rebellion that is yet to taste consequence or perhaps just doesn’t care enough to weigh it
I see him a lot in the mornings, he lies to me beautifully and cruelly about the joy that would wait behind a throwing off of the shackles of a settled life

There’s a man who lives inside my house
He looks a lot like me, except older, no younger…I don’t know
He walks with a settled certainty and sits when he can in the comforting couch of a hopeful realism formed through failure and grace
His eyes are fixed and set on what seems to be a distant mark, a focus point of faith that draws him slowly but definitely forward even when he appears to not be moving
I see him a lot more than I used to but not as much as I want to
His words have neither the graceless loathing of the old man nor the ceaseless longing of the young

I am learning to listen to him

6 thoughts on “The Man

  1. Such a great poem!

    My favorite line “hopeful realism formed through failure and grace”

    I often refer to myself as a pessimist… I like the sound of hopeful realist better!

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    1. Thanks J. Stumbled on the concept of hopeful realism as an eschatological view, but I love it and trying to let it shape my worldview. I am also usually a pessimist and trying to push to more hope. Hope you’re doing well!

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  2. Hello Ross,
    Hope you enjoying USA.

    Came across your website while looking for your past messages and read the poem.

    Sad that it’s so true as a Christian gets older. Reminds me of Ecclesiastes.
    How do we overcome the desire to be drawn into this way of thinking?

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