Sept. 24, 2010
And when I fell as oft I fell from grace, Consciously preferred the darkened place That shelters in between the heart and soul Turning away from the ever-brightening goal. It was as if some being tempted me From loneliness to feel my spirit free, But his way is treacherous and hollow ground Swallows up one's life and all around Voices speak of dying and of death. With pain-filled lungs I gasped for one more breath To call the saviour Name in my distress And feel again Her hand and love's caress €“ But the undertow of our past lives remains, The ill intent, the mark of evil's stains Or simply our refusal to ascend In consciousness and finally to end The reign of forces who insinuate Their wickedness into our lives and wait To catch the pilgrim in moments unaware By guile or promise enmesh them in their snare. Invoking the Light one breaks the stranglehold, Escapes that place where lives are bought and sold.
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