O can this pattern of sin be broken?
This stone, sinking in my heart.
The love and creative covenant,
Which lies late, deep in the dark.
Away from me, you evil thoughts of good!
You tempt and enflare
Craven desires and despair,
Showing me what I should
Love and respect,
Though revealed in too much
As to harbor regret.
A sacred, separate ship I should take,
One where I die for this world's own sake,
But selfish I am, and selfish might be,
Oh Lord, please take this desire from me.
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Author:
Spencer Wilhelm (
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I recognize a glint of the familiar in this poem of man in the place of a well known savior in conversation in a certain garden long ago. I love the parallel and the substituted imagery that sends its message of difference and man's weakness. May be on the wrong track with this one but that is what came through to me. A fave
This poem feels strained with feeling, the desperation reaches at me through the screen. I hope you can be at peace with your feelings, Mr. Wilhelm.
Resisting temptation is so rewarding and fulfilling. Every time I resist I feel so glad the following days. This world's relentless and predatory gnawing eats away at soundness of mind.
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