Days Of Confusion

Back in those days while confused in St. Norbert,
I asked Him whether an end comes to this;
He gave a vision of bus, van, or something –
Me driving northward – a grin on my face –

There on a road at the west of the province,
Window rolled down in the sweet summer air.
I'd checked location, but road was a mystery –
Just an assurance the end was out there.

Len's talked a lot about “Moving on forward”;
“Let go of past”; “Cross the line”; Step on out”;
“Now is the moment”; “What keeps you from acting?”
“Push on – there's freedom in future, no doubt”.

I heard the words but the timing was absent;
I longed to move from this place of despair;
Still He said, “Hold, till I give you the signal,
I've got some others to find and prepare”.

Then in the service last night – near the ending,
Words which he spoke came alive there for me –
“God wants through you to do Workings of Power,
Do what's beyond you, His working you'll see.

“Cross o’er the line, move on out, now's the moment”–
Back came that vision He gave unto me;
“Yes Stu, it's time, now move forward with blessing,
I'll now fulfill, now My action you'll see”.

Fear rippled through me – I jotted the essence
Of those sweet words, all the rest fell aside:
“What now to do with this message of freedom?
It's way beyond me – this end to the ride.”

Sleep, then a picture – a map of location,
Flowed from my crayons and pastels a bit;
Then there emerged in that hole in the center,
Heart-shaped, with arrow shot through to a hit –

Redvers and Manor, (and White Bear) the target,
Not in the compass of Heartland as such;
More they're affected by life in the Heartland –
Target beyond me, through me arrow's touch.

There on the west of the Heartland I travel,
Heading on north with a smile on my face;
First on a road – then I noticed, not really –
My road's the edge of the Heartland-ish shape.

Out from this purple heart, rays of great courage,
Strength, life, and victory, power and might;
Out from the darkness of life at the center
Shone His great Glory – His Grace, Love, and Life.

Now there's a target to focus my thinking,
Giver-land's place on the map there for me;
Info-chase, photos, C-D, and tool making,
Ditch-pushing work, in this target I see.

Not sure the details, enough to move forward;
Just like before – it's now done, not ahead;
Moving on out with these words of new freedom;
Filling the time from now on, till I'm dead.

Thank you, O Lord, for your word-sharing-clergy;
Thanks for restraining me up till this day;
Thanks for whatever lies on the horizon;
Thanks for this Heartland for love, work, and play.

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