new poem

Sorted!

Being “sorted” is not compulsory.
It’s not an essential state of mind,
required qualification
or entrance exam mark.
Being troubled, now that’s more like it.
Easier to achieve, easier to maintain
and certainly easier to improve.
Doubts, fears,
the seed germ of confusion,
are essential to life.
They are an in-built special feature,
the human airbag
or DVD easter egg.
But being “sorted” is not for me.
I can’t keep up with the levels
of confidence, performance
and bravado it needs.
I have too many questions
and a few little quibbles
(is it so hard for the church to be united?
Or is that just petty and childish)
and I’d rather stick with these.
For a while it sounds so appealing,
so settled and sure,
But being “sorted” is for Jesus,
and I am just human, after all.