by Jason Tomlinson
Go ahead and tell me what I do doesn’t matter
that all these words amount to nothing more than chatter
that my daily toil is futile the spinning of a restless wheel
that my accomplishments are imaginary far from being real
I dare you to I want you to I welcome your opposition
because my confidence has no root in the approval of your position
and furthermore I’m ornery enough to delight in your conflicting view
I know who I am and whose I am and that doesn’t rely on you
My life would have gone much more smoothly, Jason, if you had written this poem sixty years ago and shared it with me then!
Keep up the good work!
I’ll make time machine and send it to the 60s.
Our office meets each Thursday afternoon for a devotional. I received permission to read this poem to the staff today and everyone liked it very much. They asked me to forward the post to everyone on our staff!
Ed! Thank you so much! Your feedback is making my day.
Jason, Here is part of a note I received today re your poem Go Ahead:
…our music minister…. talked with me… about a long conversation he had earlier with a woman who came to tell him she didn’t like anything about his work, his music, his staff. This poem was perfect for him right now. Thanks!!
You are so welcome, Ed! Thank you!