Deterioration Poem by Justin Reamer

There is a woman I know,
Whom I care about deeply,
Who is the loveliest
Most beautiful thing I ever did see,
And her heart was pure,
And her love was sweet,
And her soul as bright as
The day God created her to be.
She loved the world,
Rejoiced in creation,
Saw our Heavenly Father in everything,
The trees,
The skies,
The lake,
The animals,
Nature,
And all of His people,
And she was inspired to do great things.

She fell in love with the world,
Wrote poetry and read books,
Played music and sang,
And rejoiced in creation.
She painted and sculpted,
Loved to learn,
Was helpful and empathetic,
And was great to all.
She loved the outdoors,
Fishing and camping,
Hiking and biking,
And everything like that.

Her heart was young,
Vivacious and kind,
Full of energy and happiness,
And she was filled with the Light,
The Light that had provided for us all,
And she was inspired by the Spirit,
Above all,
But then she began to change.

Something happened to her,
This woman that I know,
Something changed her,
The most beautiful woman in the world.
Her heart lost its focus,
And she wrote no more,
Her smile was gone,
She participated in art no more
Because it made her unhappy;
She only went outside when she felt
It was necessary to relieve her emotions,
But never went for a walk
With the same shining vivacity in her eye,
And she never paid anymore attention to creation.

Her heart became cold,
And she began to hate all of those
She saw inferior,
Including me,
Who saw her as what she was before.
She hurt people who loved her,
Cast them away,
Turned her heart away from God,
And her soul blackened.
She did things without remorse,
Whereas she would have felt guilt
Years and years before.
Her love for Christ disappeared,
And was only superficial like a Pharisee,
And she administered pain to those
Who were less fortunate than she,
And she eventually became bigoted,
Receiving depression,
And searching for happiness in whatever way she could.

She no longer had the vivacity
And kindness about her,
No longer inspired to do good,
For she became selfish and self-centred,
Cruel and unkind;
Forgetting who her real friends were.
Her soul deteriorated,
Making her numb to the sense
Of Discernment,
Between good and evil.
She focused on the serdtse
Instead of the glubina dushy,
And she forgot how to love.

I pity her every day,
Seeing her walk with hatred in her eyes,
Thinking arrogantly of herself,
With apathy around her.
It was as if genethlialogy were a real thing,
Making her succumb to fate,
Or something of that nature.
It pains me to see her be good to some,
And to be hurtful to others,
Because her soul deteriorates,
And I don't want it to.

I love her with all my heart,
Not in a romantic way,
But a sacrificial way,
Agape,
For I want her to be happy,
And I don't want her to go into destruction.
She turned her back on God and
Goes further into darkness,
As if she is beyond saving,
But I pray and hope every day,
That she will come back to Him.

Yet, she will,
Which God promises promptly,
For the deterioration of her soul
Will not be forever,
For she will go through pain,
But despite this,
She will recover,
And the most beautiful women
In the world will
Be redeemed and renewed,
After many trials,
And after many obstacles.
She will get better,
And she will be the woman
I knew when she was a child,
And her soul will not longer erode away.
It will be as it was supposed to be,
Because God will make it so.