Undecided

I don't want to write this poem

A thought on paper takes too much

But it's me writing   yes?

This energy channels through

Though I don't, I do

And the meaning slowly seeps out

What is my hand up to?

Doing that which I don't want to do

Strange, yet not inexplicable

Willingly, yet by no desire

The pencil marks

As my eyes grow tired

So meaning, should it be?

Or a purpose one can see?

Yes, to show one thing

That, really, my mind

Sometimes, likes to spring

Into I know not what

Perhaps, this is to reveal

Certain bursts within

A brain

Not constrained

Not always sane

With an aspect, of letting go

διάβολος

~~διάβολος~~

(the Devil) 

He prowls in the night

waiting, watching, seeking to devour

Walls once full of might

stand desolate for it is his hour

My foundation gone

yet in familiar land of old

I am like a pawn

made captive in his malicious fold

I cry "free me please!"

as he reignites former passion

and breaks my knees

in a cruel and furious fashion

But within my breast

a pillar of hope and truth still stands

It transcends the test

defying the vile work of his hands

"You have no power"

I say, pointing to the sky above

"Soon, you will cower

before the One who my soul does love"



The tides sure do turn when your hope is in Christ. We live in a world that assaults us in subtle ways, so we need to be extra cautious. Being captive is made to look fun and pleasurable; however we must come to the word of God and know the truth, and it will illumine all sins and temptations for what they really are.