Mine, or God’s? by Peter Bankson

I grew up thinking this world was mine.
I thought my intellect was mile high.
Little things began to rile me up.
The self gave way to rule by others.
My life was a rude teacher indeed.
My spirit rode home on a dark horse.
A small node in her response glowed brightly.
She nods and a light goes on within:
God’s grace is enough for every need.

(A spiritual journey: One change at a time, nine steps, nine syllables, nine lines)