In the fall dressed forest
The beauty of death surrounds me,
The breath of my God, my Creator,
Blows around me and through me.
The demons rest for the moment,
The torment and darkness subside;
Yet, deep down I truly know
The mountaintop will be valley again.
The shades, they continue within,
They haunt me in torrents eternal.
The demon's name has been revealed,
Its purpose no longer unknown.
Forgiveness is always at hand
To those who can swallow their pride,
But even then the demon lurks,
Waiting to drown even the forgiven saints.
"Your accuser, the devil, is on the prowl like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour" (1 Peter 5:8).
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Tristan Robert Lange (
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Great write
Thanks!
Welcome
I always feel subject to temptations and have at times give in to the dark side. I pray there is forgiveness in the end. Nicely done.
Thank you! Yes, I cling to grace and pray for forgiveness! Totally with you on that!
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