conversio morum

returning

CONVERSIO MORUM

 

Back from this journey

That left our hearts desolate

And hanging between truth and lies

And between hard work and cheap pleasures

whence we often preferred lies to the truth

And cherished the fleeting times, our disguised misery

The heart still knowing clung on

We felt ourselves drifting

Yet, in a make believe, in a soul tricking itself

We beguiled ourselves that it was a ride of salvation

We knew what we were doing

Yet did not know what was doing us

We entered forbidding houses

We ate forbidding fruits

We danced tunes that would spell doom for our fickle joints

But then it was so sweet, sweeter than honey

And tastier than Eves apple

How could we have known? How could we?

That these things sweeter than honey

These things tastier than apples

Would be our own undoing?

But thank GOD for God

For who would enter a death race

If he had options, who leaves sugar for vinegar

Of course we could not have been in our right frames of mind

We were lost in a drunken reverie

We were mad and blind and deaf

 

But He had the cure so He gave

Now we return, our tails between our legs

Wounded from the fleeting drift

With weakened joints from unbridled dance

With sour mouth from forbidden fruits

The soul grovels in ache

The road is dark and almost impossible

But we trudge on believing in His promise

That a tinge of light would show

And that home it may lead us