Haunted

I am haunted by these things that consumed me once, not too long ago.

Broken by imitations of joy, no not once only, twice three, four times before.

Cycles of pain that recur at no expectancy, so soon, so close. 

Hard to stand when those holding you jump, you take the fall- hard, beaten to a sinking ground.

False love looks so real, feels complete- how shall we know- truth, real arms of compassion?

No mortal hand can touch with completion what God has molded .

Satisfaction temporary but salvation eternal . 

To confuse the two brings great heartache and pain.

How do we fight and see with eyes not blind, to the lies of the deceiver?

How does He deliver us when we feel so good - it's sin, it's shame. 

He grasps us tight, wrangle not free, when He tells us no. 

The spirit guides if we will listen , don't shut it away, please. 

He sends us guidance through those we hate to speak . 

Weak. Hopeless. Drowning in fear. 

He wants to give us strength and peace and love forever. 

Accept and follow His leading and His love.

Reviews

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A strongly worded piece.

An interesting piece of writing, more like a lamentation than a poem. Being both in itself a cry about false love and heartbreak as well as a plea for us to take to heart the ways of the Lord and keep faith in his guidance. We all have our own ways of dealing with the hurdles of life. Renewing faith in God and his teachings is one such way. It is not for everyone. Only for those who have faith in a higher being and a spiritual heart.

Nicely written. Sentimental and hopeful in intent and purpose.