Stuck (poem)

Stuck

You know those sticky labels – You buy them by the pack? It tells you – "Lift one corner Then peel it off the back".

I concentrate and meditate As well as I am able, And end up feeling somewhat like That self-same sticky label.

My Master lifts one corner And peels me right away From the backing of my old life, Though I thought I'd always stay

In the old and dusty pathways Where I felt myself so smart. But He peels me neatly right away And sticks me to His heart.

Fran (Bristol)