His Workmanship – A Sonnet
Commentary on Ephesians 2:10
so that my days may ripple with a rhyme
that flows along to where my heart is free
to cultivate an echo that is mine.
My leanest years were seldom born of need,
but of the masks I only wore for show.
I starved my soul each time I failed to heed
the truth I had already come to know.
So I’ll not choose a path for vain applause,
but search his will to find where I might breathe
and bud and bloom beside his certain cause
where I may learn to live what I believe
about the person I was born to be,
the only one who truly can be me.
© Johannes W H van der Bijl 2026
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