Talent Hunt

Toiling through the foliage^*

That before my age has been

Seeking paths that are mine

And are yet hid in me

 

I have come through a journey

Riding skill’s back

Forging^* self under labour’s anvil

Bearing the marks of search

 

Did race once, a prized stallion^*

Trudged* alongside mediocrity’s crew

And having seen cup and content

Now halted in decision’s valley

 

He that gave me birth

Said I would stress less

If discovery weaves a path

That halts at my talent

 

Could it lie in this?

Or the mount’s other side

That I’ll find my own

That is hidden within.

 

Prov. 25:2 “It is the glory of God to conceal a thing; but the glory of kings is to search out a thing.(Darby)