This poem is meant to convey the confusion which might arise in the face of an apparent contradiction in the process of discerning God's will. This is quite relevant to me, at this time in my life, as I am myself trying to discern God's will for me, and in particular whether I have a vocation to the priesthood... But this poem doesn't speak so much of the priesthood in particular as it does discernment in general.
Confusion in Discernment
by The Maestro
And now do I confront the dreadful choice:
Which shall I make? For I hear not God’s voice.
No leading light do I from God receive;
Yet that He hath a plan I must believe,
And that, if I comply, ‘twill be fulfilled:
I need but only seek to do His will.
But lo! What is His will? I know it not—
Discernment is, alas, with scruples fraught.
If I, that God’s will be in me achieved,
Must seek in all I do that God be pleased,
Yet how ought I to know what God desires,
When ‘twas to know this which I first aspired?
I seek His leading light to counsel me,
That I His will might plain and surely see:
For this, said I, my will must be like His,
That I must perfect correspondence give.
But how do I conform to God’s Will mine,
If of His will I have no teaching sign?