BROKEN WILL
I must cry out from the depths of my brokenness
More than glory in the mind or the flesh
But I fail in my vision to quiet the public journey
And so am constantly put to the test;
Playing the social animal,
Relishing in the challenge of the quest,
Wanting the experience to engulf me
Or take me away with the rest;
Until the soul that is alone in the desert
Trials and suffering must lovingly refresh.
Then the pilgrimage is again seen for the wonder,
How there is any salvation at all
When we cling to each other so tightly
With the blindness of the pride of the fall,
Replacing the treasure of the call of the Eternal
With the pleasure of standing upright and tall.
Small seems the better preferred option;
Humble and in supplication down on my knees,
Wanting more the will of the Father, as the Christ did,
Than the human in all of us to please.
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NO APPLE
When will I finally acknowledge
Nothing is the only lasting experience
That is mine?
Will it take the throes of suffering and death
To leave all of my possessiveness behind?
Does pleasure have that much of a hold on me?
Is it the only tie that binds?
Or rather more the apple upon the tree
Around which the serpent
Its attractiveness entwines.
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