I wish I could build a guarded hut
A far away secluded little hut.
To safe guard my weakened soul
And help it reflect on my fall.
My soul and I indeed of much rest
From every easy temptation's test.
Pains and chains I have know plenty
Off, while carnal lust left me empty.
Monsoon rains are my mother's tears
Her wellness clouds try to wash my fears.
Hope is a river swell once filled my well
Before sin emptied and cracked my shell.
It came to me one day and one night
I was slicing my heart with the devil's knife.
No matter what illness never left my soul
A captive slave its seems I have no control.
I am too distracted to hear God's call
And too tired to unfold and read His scroll.
Why is it much easier to join and commit sin?
Why does the devil entice me with his spin?
Sin's path paved with fool's gold
I am captivated by its shiny hold.
To know the difference is a mystery
To me, for I'm not well versed in liturgy.
I wish I was a child and not a man
Faith versus doubt, they ruin my plan.
This tug of war drains my veins
I suffer from illness and its pains.
The Good shepherd lovingly said:
And I know His verse inside my head
'Let the children come to me'
Children are pure and truly free.
If I can revert back to a childlike state
And take a detour from my mind's gate.
Faith will re-enter my heart with innocence
And I'll find my way back to God's deliverance.
September 12 2012
Copyright Leaking Pen 2012
Revised Nov 9th 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem