A fight against the stream,
Is not certain to entail,
A cold and stubborn heart,
Or a vain, malicious rebel.
So too it would be rash,
To generalize the other way,
And assume the rogue is just,
Making choices as he may.
The key is not the fight,
Tis conviction from within,
Inspired by the Holy Spirit,
Or temptation from Satan.
Thus aspire to know,
What forces influence,
The passions of the heart,
And flow without hindrance.
For we live within a time,
None thinks himself a pawn,
Humanism at its worst,
Ground the enemy may have won.
First we must admit,
Our weakness to this theme,
A plight of self-delusion,
Ignoring our tendencies.
Choice is not removed,
There is responsibility,
But we are not as objective,
As we think we may be.
Month: April 2013
Kingdom Fellowship
There are times that friendship,
Is unbarred and flows freely,
No oddities or hindrances,
No confinement of propriety.
This, the goal of fellowship,
Though torrid life confines,
By the loyalties we make,
To priorities ill-defined.
In these precious moments,
Let us with great excitement,
Embrace our brother and sister,
With joy and fulfillment,
For this is a shadow,
Of our coming home,
Where love everlasting,
Is continually sown.
Can we, beyond what is natural,
Today seek to be,
Instruments of Christ’s love,
Instigators of unity?
The Constant Shadow
Ascending from the cave,
I spy a shadow of former self.
A marionette without a sound,
Of hope and peace bereft.
And thus begins the shadow’s rise,
Engulfing my firm-footed base.
“Do not look back”, my sullen heart cries,
“And be doomed a pillar of waste.”
And so I shut my eyes,
Letting memory thus replace,
And dare not to dwell upon the past,
That these encounters be met with haste.
But I did see one thing I cannot put away,
A chip upon my shoulder,
That I noticed still remains.
It seems beyond position,
Or stature socially,
I have always felt subject,
And hindered by frailty.
In youth, I feared authority
As authority, I was intense,
As employee, I feared the manager
As manager, I feared impotence.
And thus the cycle continues,
I am constantly afraid.
Over, under, forward, behind,
Unsettled and dismayed.
I must attempt to break,
And shatter this illusion,
That my circumstances decide,
My attitude, is a delusion.
Landon Metts – Writer, Reader, Enthusiast 