Our Demons/Our Psychoses -Part 11 - Vanity/Pride Vs. Modesty Poem by Daniel Partlow

The Spirit of Pride would you have guessed, Lucifer’s his name
But what puzzles us so often is the nature of this game.*

For some speak of pride as a virtue, “I’m so proud of you my child”
Meaning “I’m thankful for you and your goodness” –This is not to be reviled.

But when we are proud of our own prowess and our deeds,
When we boastfully assert that we ourselves meet all our needs.

We put on the airs of the arrogant hubristic demon Hybris
Like climbing the giants of Lebanon, the cedar or the cypress

All the sticky resin embalms your hands and face and shirt
Which then permanently adheres all her impious filth and dirt

But the axe is laid at the root of the trees and if it brings forth not,
It will be cast into the fires of hell, tortuous and hot.

Like Nebuchandezzar who for a time gave all glory to Yaweh
But when he claimed the glory, God sent animal-insanity that very day.

When we congratulate ourselves for how hot or glamorous we are.
We have chosen to follow this vain and shifting star.

So instead, let’s recognize the source of all benevolence
And accept His blessings on your life with great prevalence

Consider you the lilies of the field, which neither toil nor spin.
Even the robes of rich King Solomon pale when all their blooms come in.

Your Father knows you need these things, so seek his kingdom first
He shall clothe ye in his vestments, In His fashion be well versed.