This is one of my older poems I'm re-posting. It's something from the deeper well of the soul.
Oh Lord I am captured in this horrid spiral down.
Feeling further from you with every vacillation.
I don't like the sound of silence any more, it used to be the sound of peace Now the silence is stale and I feel alone.
I cherish our conversations and harbor hope in what my solitary footsteps mean.
I stand on this simple dialog, You asked, do I want to give up, give in bathe myself in beautiful sin or do I want to keep fighting, in consistent failure, but fighting.
My desires could be mine, I could live in the beauty of the world, dine at the table of sensuality, and drink the wine of experience, with an illusion of freedom
I could feel free
No Lord, I will remain, remain in the struggle, feeling hopeless, to fight, to persevere and in that single act of will
A fabulous write. Torn between life on this earth and a relationship with God. It doesn't have to be one or the other... I am a fast and firm believer of open dialog solves all things. Sometimes God throws what you need right in front of you, and narrow views on religion, interpretation of scripture, or even what others say or do (we're all human) screws with what can be. It's about having faith, and putting it to practice, especially when someone loves you. I have yet to read one of your poems that doesn't hit close to home for me of late! You hit on the human condition, speak from experience, and/or the heart. I'll have to review more another day.
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