Burning of flesh I smellmelted in the fiery flames of hell
Misery,
loves company
Temptations put before me
Greed, anger, lust
“choose what you want” the red eyes say
I bow on my knees and pray
“save me father, the devil strikes again”
A roaring voice shakes me
but soothes me like a friend
“Worry not my child,
I shall prevail in the end”
© copyright Tia L. Clarke 2007
1 comment:
This seems made of the strings of the double bass; something soul-troubling, sufficiently substantive to make poetry of; not just a response to a moment but made to last.
Is it when we are out of our depths, spiritually, when we turn to Jesus, to prayer; when we fall upon our knees?
Interestingly, your poem/invocation here, reminds me that "out of my depth" is a different place for each of us, depending upon spiritual height, spiritual depth; our maturity of faith.
I thank you for the substantiveness of this and its genuineness, even if timidity-inspired.
Is it fear which produces this prayer? This prayer is its author's shuddering, trembling made into words.
Quite successful!
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