The Festering Thought! Poem by Denis Martindale

The festering thought just grows and grows, a morbid weed and vine
Or tainted like a rambling rose, untamed, no more benign…
Unfettered by society, apart from laws and rules,
No more a joy for all to see, except for those turned fools…
The festering thought just binds and binds, it clings to brain and heart,
It conquers even strengthened minds, rips precious thoughts apart…

Like lust that melts a man's resolve, like passions set aflame,
Like schemes in dreams as they evolve, till we awake with shame…
The warning signs are there to see, the negatives within,
The heralds of calamity… the harbingers of sin…
The choice is ours, to nurse a grudge, or turn from it and live,
To comprehend and then to judge… or humbly to forgive…

The festering thought is soft as slime that oozes here and there,
A puss that perseveres through time, in those who just don't care…
And yet for these, Lord Jesus died, the day that He forgave
And that was with Christ crucified, our damned lost souls to save…
Each has the choice, to hate or love… each thought we must control,
The challenge is do enough… so God can bless the soul…


Denis Martindale May 2019.