End of the Night

A Poem by Kitty

Worn down by my own desires and selfishness
pigs no longer at the door
but rather in the parlor.
Not able to find rest in any place I go
not in my mind
not even my soul.

Restlessness even in my sleep, I toss and turn and dream
overtaken and robbed
of my most priced possession
that is, my love.
A physical representation of my bond with God.

Its clear to see, that God still speaks to me.
He warns me of the dangers to come if i do not turn
away from my own way of thinking and begin
to trust Him once again.

But like a fool i choose to miss His mark by just 12 inches
From my heart to my mind
there lies my demise.

Where i choose to see with these physical eyes and let my mind understand
and i used to perceive with my spiritual eyes and discern the truth from the lies.

I stand today empty of Him and confused, knowing full well he has already made my way
but i choose to stand at this crossroad of life
watching everyone pass me by.

Because the choice is clear
ive made this bed
and in this bed i choose to lie
lie until the truth comes out
that choices are made
that once you know the King and you turn back
there's nothing but death
in this prison of mind.