Morning dark, broods limping thought
Calling forth what eons bought
Under inlaid fathoms formed
Sin calls to play and conform
Warring natures often played
Before night’s realm and blest day
Enliven strength seeding one
Wielding power overcomes
Chronicles show dark hates light
Pitch world’s path removes love’s sight
Caught repeatedly to plead
Deceit impaled and left its greed
Flesh and spirit co-exist
Call no truce to parry fist
But war’s weapons can’t be seen
Nor foe sentry’s vile scheme
Walk in wisdom, circumspect
‘Ware flesh speaks, derelict
Wants for spiting spirit’s path
Wastes, inviting wayward wrath
Upon skewed jaunt in weary dream
Foeman plied to bride thought’s seam
Will revolves as weather vane
Spins around volition’s plane
Adrift, moors clutch, failing grip
Steepened incline laughs at slip
Steps set quick in deepened silt
From muddy lies careless spilt
Arise fine virtue: seize the day
Ignore for peril one should pray
Invoke privilege, Son to child
So faith’s robes are not defiled.
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Diametric Opposition [Nature War]
PoetryIf we are truly honest about our disposition as human, we will come to terms with sin--if we are creatures of like passions, we will find ourselves in the middle of battles concerning our choices and desires as that ultimate outcome weighs upon our...